It was summertime, the ideal time for summoning vitality, and he crossed my path, waiting to be asked.
A favour.
Something to give so he can ask in return.
This devilish elf.
He came, wanting to see if still I am undecided, if I still have no clue where to go.
With a welcoming smile, covering up a more sinister sentiment, and a menacing development of events, he made me an offer.
And I refused.
I didn’t want to be used.
Spirit of Tara 