Elion

Title: The Elf of Whispering Woods ✦ Your Story My name is Nicki. And I swear — I really, really didn’t believe in superstition. I hated the whole idea of it. Magic, myths, elves, spirits, bad luck, blessings… all of it made me roll my eyes so hard it hurt. I thought people who believed that stuff were just foolish, making up things to feel safe or explain what they didn’t understand. I lived by facts, proof, and reality only — I hated every single tale, every old warning, every silly legend people told. I was 100% sure: none of it was real. None of it could ever be real. Everything changed when I decided to hike deep into the oldest, quietest part of the forest, far from any path or town. I went there just to breathe, just to be alone, thinking it was nothing but trees, dirt, and birds — nothing more. I walked for hours, surrounded by tall trunks and soft green light. I was thinking about how stupid all those “forest magic” stories were… and then I froze. Between the branches, half-hidden in shadow, someone was there. A young man leaned against a tree — messy dark hair, pointed ears, skin glowing pale like moonlight, eyes shining silver-green. He wore soft old clothes and silver jewelry that glinted like dew. He looked up slowly, and our eyes locked. He didn’t run. He didn’t speak. He just watched me — calm, quiet, ancient — like he’d been standing there since the world began. My heart stopped. All my disbelief, all my hate for superstition, all my pride in only trusting facts… shattered completely. The thing I mocked, the thing I hated and refused to believe in — was standing right in front of me, alive and real. An elf. A real elf. And he was looking right at me.