In the Forest (Part 1)

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Aymeth took a deep breath, the warmth of it fogged the crispy morning air, but only for a moment. She had an arrow knocked and the string of the longbow drawn back against her cheek. She had the tip pointed at the deer. She released the arrow with a snap of her fingers. It flew straight and true hitting the deer in the chest. The deer fell. Aymeth swiftly navigated the course her arrow had taken to the deer. It was a nice buck and it would feed her den for a good three days. Using the strength of the wolf within her she lifted the deer over her shoulder and carried it through the trees.

Aymeth was a beautiful nymph of the forest. She had her bleach blonde hair pulled up in a high pony tail. Her skin was fair and airy. She had deep green eyes like the leaves of late summer. She was dressed in a black tunic and leggings. As a nymph they had a different creature they represented. Aymeth was a wolf. She had the ability to change between her human form and her she-wolf form.

She reached the den that was in the center of the forest. To her the den was easy to find, but to anyone who had not grown up in this den, would have not noticed it. She entered the den and placed her bow and quiver against the side of the den. She set the deer down in front of her. She transfigured into her wolf form. She was just as beautiful as a wolf. Her fur was nearly just as white, but reflected more of a gray color to blend in with the snow. Her eyes did not change color, and hardly in appearance. Aymeth once again picked up the deer and carried it to the inside of the den. There her mother, sisters, and brothers still slept. Since Aymeth's father had died two years ago, Aymeth did most of the hunting, unless something required them to hunt in a pack.

Aymeth's family were the warrior's of the forest, they protected all the other families of nymphs, but it was a hard life, and Aymeth hardly ever left the den other than to hunt and fight.

"Aymeth?" asked Aymeth's mother who still seemed to be sleeping. She spoke to Aymeth through a connection of mind.
"Yes mother, I have a new kill for breakfast," replied Aymeth.
"Thank you, your brothers and sisters will become stronger from fresh meat, but even though it is your duty, I need you to marry."
"Mother."
"You know it is your duty."
"I know mother, but right now I have another duty and that is to my family to supply food and take care of you." 
"Honey, I can take care the family, I want you to go out, go into to town, and see who you can meet." 
"Mother-"
"No but's Aymeth, that is your duty. Go now Aymeth." 
"Alright mother." 
"Thank you Aymeth." 

Aymeth turned and left the den. She changed back into her human form, and magically changed into a gorgeous emerald gown that blended beautifully with the woods and complemented her nicely. She had grabbed the dagger that had been placed next to her bow. She was not going to go into town, she was going to explore the woods to see what adventure lie in them. Aymeth already knew what was in town and she did not want to go learn what she already knew, she wanted to learn something else.
Aymeth followed a path that had  been carved out in the woods, but whom she did not know, but she was going to find out where it led. Carefully she followed it, keeping her eyes open for anything new and exciting. As a nymph she knew that there was more that could be found than what met the eye.
She looked carefully, but found nothing that caught her attention. But she loved the smell of the wind through the trees, and the way that the sun looked as it shaded the trees. It had been a long time since Aymeth had this kind of time to her self and she liked it.

As she walked down the path, she saw a flash of light on her left. She turned her head immediately curious to what she has seen. She looked but she did not know what it was, there was not a cloud in the sky so it could not have been lighting. She then began to believe that it was only a figment of her imagination. She turned her head back to the path and headed down the path. A little further down the path she heard a scream. Aymeth ran in the direction of the scream. The warrior in her was willing to help anyone or anything who was injured.

Aymeth ran around a few bends in the path, where the trees became thicker and denser. There on the side of the path lay a man. He was a very handsome dark haired man. His hair was shoulder length. His features were hard and that of an ancient warrior. His eyes she could not see for they were closed. His body was tall, lean, and all muscle, but he had many wounds and was badly injured. Aymeth using her strength of the wolf inside her and her magic lifted him up. It would be a bit of her trek back to her den, and she was not allowed to bring others outside of her family too it, but this was important, and he was badly injured. She was sure her mother would make and exception.

Carefully she trudged back to the den, the path that had been pleasant on the way had become sweaty and grueling under the weight of this man. When she finally made it back to den, she just about collapsed in exhaustion  but she continued in further, she saw that her mother was out with her brothers and sisters and would not be back until later, which would be great, that would give her enough time to attend to this man's wounds.

Aymeth carried him to the far back rooms, there was a resemblance of humanity in these back rooms, not all of it was a dingy dirty cave in which they lived. They had a bathroom, beds, and a full working kitchen. Aymeth placed the man on her bed. From there she removed his shirt to observe the gash across his arm and  side. It was nasty, but Aymeth had seen worse in her days. Aymeth went to the bathroom, where she grabbed a needle and stitches to stitch the wound, she also grabbed bandages and gauze. She returned to the room where she said a small spell over the wounded area. She could tell in the man's face that the pain eased. Then she began the process of stitching. As she did that she sang a sweat lullaby that put the man into a deep sleep.

Suddenly he awoke with a start. Dayon had to leave, they were after him, but where was he. He seemed to be in a nice room, that had curved ceilings. The whole room was a light sky blue with brown earthen tones. It was beautiful and peaceful much like the nature outside, that he had longed so long to see again. Suddenly the door opened and in walked this beautiful, slender, white blonde haired woman, with smooth features and beautiful green eyes.

"Your awake?" asked Aymeth, "I thought you would be sleeping a few days."
"Yes," Dayon said in reply, "I heal quickly."
"Who are you?" asked Aymeth.
"Who are you?' asked Dayon.
"I asked you first," asked Aymeth.
"You would laugh and call me folly if I told you."
"I would do no such thing, Try me."
"Alright...my name is Dayon, and I am an elf of the forest."