The Fallen Elf

Chapter 1

The rain was falling, and Faylen walked through the small town near her hidden home. She didn't usually walk among humans as her father; the king forbade it. Faylen loved to go there; just to people watch now and then. Sometimes she would go to the stores and look at all the items. It was so different from what they had in her home. 

Luckily it was snowing, so she kept the hood of her Cape up, hiding her ears. Elves have exceptionally pointy ears. She smelt the most delicious smell as she came out of a*****e selling material beautiful gowns.

Following her nose, she entered into Bakery and looked at the beautiful cases of all the foods.

“ Would you like something, Miss,” said the man said from behind the counter. He had blonde hair clean cut and pale blue eyes. He smiled kindly at her and she averted her eyes from him and looked at the pastries.

“May I have that one sir” she said, pointing to one with a caramel drizzle topping the pastry. The young man took it out of the case and wrapped it up for her. She reached into her coin purse and handed him a few coins. 

Leaving the store she noticed the sun had come out from behind the clouds and the rain had stopped falling. She walked across the road to a small park and sat down near a tree. Looking around to make sure that no one was looking, she reached down and touched the ground. Focusing on her magic, she dried up the grass underneath her.

She opened up the pastry and took a bite. She closed her eyes savoring the flavors.

“Mhmm” she moaned to herself.

A shadow passed over her and she opened her cyan-colored eyes. It was the man from the bakery. She reached up and adjusted her cloak over her head.

“I hope it's not too forward of me. I saw you sitting out here and I thought maybe you would enjoy trying some other pastry samples. For next time you know” he said, holding a blanket and a basket.

“I find it funny you think I may be back,” she said as she motioned for him to lay the blanket down.

She moved over onto the blanket and sat with the man from the bakery.

“My name is Kirnon, and how could you not come back when you enjoyed the pastry from my father's bakery,” he said, smiling. 

“I am Faylen,” she said softly.

They sat and talked for a bit and enjoyed pastries.

Suddenly there was a huge gust of wind blowing her hood down.

“You're an elf,” he said with his jaw-dropping.

Faylen jumped up.

“I’m sorry I must go,” Faylen said, running towards the forest.