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Relfgar Morllek was a Dwarf. He did not belong in an Elven city, yet here he stood. He had come upon it by accident, and now he stood staring in wonder at all that he could see.

But was the smell that he noticed after a few moments. He could smell everything around him. Everything seemed to have a smell of some kind, a smell that he could smell as easily as any wolf could smell every smell in existence around it. It was a different smell than any smell the Dwarf could ordinarily smell, or that a wolf could smell for that matter. There was the smell of life, the smell of power, a smell of old age still ripe and fresh. Relfgar could smell the smell of nature in and of itself, the smell of magnificent redwoods, the smell of beautiful wildflowers that gave off a smell of sweetness and a smell of happiness and a smell of friendship. He could smell a smell of great wisdom, and a smell of dense magical powers as well. He did not recognize any smell enough to name the smell for what the smell was, of course, but he could smell every smell nonetheless. Each smell was beautiful in its own way, and each smell had such a unique flavor to it that each smell was clearly an individual smell not hampered by the smell of unity. Rather, each smell was a smell of individualy and a smell of speciality. This smell, all rolled into one extravagant smell, was the smell of the Elven forest, and the smell was the smell of the Elven city of Yomeniampa.

This wasn’t at all fantastic, Aaris thought while covering her beauty with the dark cloak hanging over her face. The reason this wasn’t fantastic was the fact that Aaris could walk around in the fantastic elven city because of what she was; a fallen angel. No one would even let her in the gate if she hadn’t covered herself. Her excuse to the guards was the simple fact that she was embarrassed to show her face. Oh and how she had called herself “ugly” to the elven men. Higher up in the treetops were archers who didn’t give her a second glance, but the evil aura that was dripping out did catch suspicion. Yet who in the world would think a small woman, (some thought was old) could possible cause harm? Silly elves, she thought, but lucky for them she hadn’t come to draw blood.

Why draw blood when you could rather just get in and out? She had come for a purpose and thus didn’t need to cause a ruckus. At least not cause a ruckus until she was done of course. Right now she didn’t have time to take on numerous magical pointy eared creatures. That didn’t matter right now because learning was on her mind, not the elves. Huge fantastic wooden gates opened up as the magical elven city appeared to her. With the black cloak over her back, hiding her face, she walked in. A quiver and a bow were on her back, covered by the cloak to appear that she had a hump. Never the less it was fantastic that she was able to get though the gate without anyone searching, because no one touched her quiver without an arrow though the throat.

A small crowd of elves were walking though the city, but this didn’t make her smile. The wondrous beauty of woodland never made her happy. She more or less enjoyed lava like areas, places were forestry didn’t grow. In fact life of plants made her have to hold in something fierce inside her stomach. Maybe one day she would gather up an army, or better become very strong for a mortal and whip out the living trees with those happy elves with them. But self control forced her to push those thoughts away because she had a mission and didn’t dare let herself get carried away. Suddenly just before she was going to recap her mission a sudden smell hit her. It was a blinding smell which almost forced her to turn heels and run out of the city like she hadn’t run before.

Get a hold of yourself dangit, she thought harshly while opening her mouth to breath. Who knew getting information about wizard was so hard? All she needed to do, was get to a library then find that information. A small grin appeared on Aaris’s face as she thought this. What could she possibly want with a wizard? What was this fallen angel up to? Aaris dared not take off the hooding part of the cloak, unless she wanted to be spotted of course. Then she began to walk in, deeper in the city, boots thudding with each wood stepping step. A few elves glanced a few times then turned away; something was odd because normal elves didn’t usually wear dark clothing. Mostly the attire was browns and dark green sometimes even white. Aaris need to get out of the street before someone finally called her out, and then all anguish would break loose. Fantastic, Aaris thought as she saw an elf stop dead in her tracks and looked at Aaris with light brown eyes. Gulped hard Aaris kept walking foreword and didn’t look back.

Maybe the elven woman had sensed evil from Aaris, or maybe it just wasn’t the fallen angel’s day at all. In a sharp sudden shriek, the woman yelled, “Intruder!” It didn’t take a look back to see if she was screen at Aaris, the eyes darting at her told her everything. Run, but what if I can charm my way out of this, run, maybe I could just…just…RUN! With that loud voice echoing into her mind Aaris did just that and bolted to the left down another pathway. Her breath kept catching in her throat as she ran, ran until her legs hurt to the point if she didn’t stop she would collapse. They would get her if she collapses, she couldn’t give them that chance, at least not again. Aaris had been in jail before when she was weaker and didn’t care to go back again. In her view something small seemed to get bigger, if was a small man. Thinking she could just leap over the man and get herself lost to the pursuing guards, if there were any guards chasing her that is. Yet she had learned something, not using your wings don’t let you jump to high. Those fantastic wings were in her body dormant until she painfully called them out. Not only that, but the black cloak was also preventing her from opening her wings. So by way too fast and not being able to jump very high, she came so close to the dwarf she would have crashed into him if he didn’t move out of the way. And if he did move, then her face would have a very unfantastic greeting with the wooded ground.

While admiring the fantastic colours of the fantastic trees surrounding the fantastic Elven city that stood deep within the fantastic heart of the fantastic forest in which the fantastic Dwarf called Relfgar stood, the fantastic fallen Angel was getting caught and pursued by fantastic Elves with fantastic bows and fantastic scimitars and other such fantastic weapons, all of them wearing fantastic armor. But Relfgar, staring at the fantastic city and the fantastic trees that surrounded the fantastic city, didn't notice any of this at first. He was far too busy admiring the fantastic craftsmanship of the fantastic Elves that inhabited this fantastic place - for he, too, was a fantastic craftsman, and he knew precisely how to recognize fantastic craftsmanship as a fantastic result - to notice the fantastic chase going on just a short distance from where the fantastic Dwarf now stood. Finally, though, the fantastic Dwarf got over his initial shock at the fantastic beauty and the fantastic splendor of the fantastic Elven city, and he started to explore the fantastic streets of the fantastic city. He was greeted with a friendly smile and a friendly nod by a number of the fantastic Elves on the fantastic city's fantastic streets, all of which he returned with his own fantastic grin and a fantastic nod to the fantastic Elves that were so friendly to the fantastic Dwarf.

After about ten minutes' fantastic walking through the fantastic streets of the fantastic city of the fantastic Elves, Relfgar heard some fantastic shouts coming from another fantastic street just a couple of fantastic streets away. Curious, the fantastic Dwarf headed down the fantastic streets toward the fantastic street from which the fantastic shouts were coming. Several fantastic Elves rushed past him, fantastic swords and fantastic scimitars and fantastic bows drawn and fantastic arrows nocked, almost knocking the fantastic Dwarf over, just as the fantastic Dwarf reached the fantastic street from which the fantastic shouts had come. Curious, Relfgar hurried to follow the fantastic Elves to see just exactly what the fantastic trouble was.