Snippet #2484797

[i]A crowd caws in the Whispering Wood outside Oshserion, causing other birds to flutter away from the noise.[i]

An Elf runs through the forest with lightning speed and mouth-dropping agility, hopping over fallen branches and swinging on branches. His face is covered by the darkness of his brown hooded cloak, which covers his body and cloaks him in darkness. He jumps down a hole and covers himself with his cloak, before listening to the footsteps of the bounty hunters following him.

Head Bounty Hunter: Where has he gone? He can't have escaped us this easily!

The Second Bounty Hunter scoffs and pulls out his sword, hitting random trees to try and get the Elf's attention.

Bounty Hunter: We know you can hear us! Come out, Elodar! You're Uncle wants you dead!

Elodar springs from the hole, slitting the Head Bounty Hunter's throat with his knife, before landing perfectly on his feet.

Elodar: Run, before the same thing happens to you.

The Bounty Hunter breaks into a sprint and bolts into the forest, with Elodar following him with his pace. He manages to catch up to the Bounty Hunter and shoots him in the back with his bow, knocking the Hunter down.

Elodar: Can't have you running back to dear old Uncle now, can we? Telling him I'm still alive, huh?

Elodar pulls out his knife and runs his hand across the blade.
The Bounty Hunter struggles to get away from Elodar, who pins him down with his feet, almost breaking the man's left arm.

Bounty Hunter: Please! I won't tell him! I swear, I'll disa-

Elodar shushes him.

Elodar: No more words, sleep.

Elodar slits the man's throat and drags the corpse over to the other Bounty Hunter, throwing them both down the hole he hid inside.
Elodar swings his hood back up, and disappears into the night, heading to the closest town to Oshserion, Wah Tirion.