Wind Messages.Mature

Breeze.

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.

The End

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