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Wind was blowing the heavy clouds away. Sun was reaching the noon but the forest was remaining fresh and calming. The path was leading down to the valley and elf wandering on the path slowed down and let himself relax a bit. The path was still leading him down. He had no idea where he was going, but it didn’t matter. Finally he began to believe that the hunters lost his trail. For a moment he stood still, just looking around. The trees he couldn’t recongise… but neither the plants. Where was he? There was nothing to do but to continue. So he walked further into the valley. If only he didn’t feel sick… Or was it really the smell of decay he smelled? Maybe there was a reason he wasn’t followed here. That thought was too disturbing. And yet he didn’t stop. There was peace here… wait, what did he stepped on? A bone… He jumped back, there was skeleton in the grass, still dressed in his clothes. An elf. Dead elf, lying against the tree. And he wasn’t alone. The bones were everywhere, mostly