I'm looking out at the human village. It's strange, they're killers but they capture my intrest. My leaf green eyes are wide as I stare out at them. I shouldn't be here. The council says that we shouldn't be this close to them but I don't care.
A soft breeze moves my goldon hair, telling me that I have to go.
I'm a elf and my ability is air. I can control it and can get messages from it. Like right now, it's telling me that I should get out of here.
I run back to the forest, then I jump into a tree. I wait awhile to catch my breath then I start jumping from tree to tree, on my way home.