Rasmus drops the eleven dagger that has been tainted by the hunter’s death. There is only a subtle thud as it hits the ground. He braces himself and groans as he swiftly removes the first dagger from his hand. Without further examining his wound, he uses the blade to slice through the enchanted rope that binds his witch.
Each pearly unicorn hair that he severs brings her one step closer to her freedom. Finally free from being chased at last.
Her eyes fill with tears as she too realizes her freedom is so close. As soon as the the shining rope falls to the ground she raises her arms up and wraps them around the elf’s neck.
“Oh, Rasmus. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She chants as she holds him tight, almost afraid if she lets that the present will be undone.
He smiles to himself and
