Suddenly Harolas reeled back. Elwyn had left her vigil by Bulvard's side just in time to hear what had gone on between him and Elanor. She had slapped him hard, leaving a red livid mark on his cheek.
"How could you!" she shouted, her red face the same color as her hair. "What did she do to you!"
"She is a witch. She deserved what she got." Harolas muttered, not understanding this new outburst. "She has caused all of the unnatural things that have been befalling us."
"What? She did nothing of the sort!"
"Elwyn, I thought you...I thought you liked me..." he said, uncertainly.
"And I thought that you were a better elf than this!"
Elwyn leapt on her horse and galloped in the direction that Elanor had taken.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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