The Last Elf
By: Christopher Bice

I ran through the valley to join the fight. The bushes and brambles at the forest's edge grabbed at me tearing my skin. The grasses tried to hinder my flight, to hold me back. The breeze whispered for me to stop, but its putrid breath drove me to run faster still. Finally, the carnage lies before me, and I realize the humans are victorious. They have killed all but one Elf.

Magic stands perilously upon the precipice between truth and myth. Suddenly, I see the spear tip protruding from my chest. I cry for humanity, knowing I'm the last Elf.



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