THE REAL ME
“Who the hell are you? And how do you know us?” I asked the elf. I looked at Bryan, and he was in a casual position. How can he be so calm and relax? “Well, you know I give the curse your ancestors got, the one you were suffering from.” The elf told us. “What?” Bryan and I said in unison. At this point, we both are filled with anger, and if we were not supposed to get the answers, then we must have killed him. Looking at our reactions, he started laughing and then moved into his hut. “Come on in if you want to know the story and its solution.” He welcomed us inside his cabin. We went in and sat on a sofa. “You, elves are supposed to be related to nature and love the other species. How can you give this kind of drastic curse to us?” Bryan asked, and he had a point, but without listening t
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