Once upon a time, in the lands covered with trees and rivers, there lived an Elf.
He was a peaceful creature, not harming anyone, living his life in harmony inside the deep forest.
Everyday he would go on a walk, to the top of the forest and to his favorite place - the waterfall.
On this particular day, he decided to gather some mushrooms for dinner, before heading out on a walk.
He loved eating the forest mushrooms, they were delicious when cooked with some herbs.
Although he had problems, when gathering some of the mushrooms.
When he swam to the other side of the forest river, something unexpected happened.
The elf was attacked by a giant lizard, from nearby tribe. Without a warning or explanation why this is happening, the lizard rushed towards the elf.
At first he tried defending only, but as the attacks of the lizardman were getting more and more powerful, he had no choice but to fight back.
All elves are creatures of magic, they are very well versed in the arcane arts. And so was our elf, he had to use magic to repel the feeble lizardman.
He delivered the final blow.
Not happy about what had the happened, the elf had mixed thoughts. He was feeling sad that he had to do, what he had to do, but in the end he decided it was either him or the lizardman.
Trying to forget about the fight, the elf continued towards his favorite place to gather his thoughts.
Once more he had to cross the river.
And make his way up the hill.
He could see the waterfall in the distance and hear the water crashing down. Beautiful sight.
He was almost at the bottom of the waterfall.
But once again, trouble would find him.
Another lizardman appeared in front of the entrance to the waterfall.
"I will avenge my fallen comrade, you miserable elf!" - mumbled the lizard
"Leave now and I will not harm you, creature!" - insisted the elf.
But the lizardman begun to attack.
Once again faced with a life or death situation, the elf had to fight back.
Once again he was forced to his magic in order to preserve his life.
With even heavier thoughts, he continued up the hill.
He could feel the waterfall breeze and water splashing down his face.
He stopped for a second and felt like he was entering a sanctuary, so peaceful. He was glad he was alive to witness this.
At the end of the waterfall, he was close to his favorite spot. All he had to do was cross the bridge.
It was a huge bridge, left by the giants that once lived in the forest. A long forgotten era.
Unfortunately, as he crossed the bridge, more trouble awaited him.
The whole tribe of lizardmen was waiting for him at the end of the bridge.
"Death to the elves!" - screamed the shamans as they begun whirl spells at the elf.
The elf defended himself, as he always would.
The battle went on for few minutes, but the lizardmen were unable to defeat the elf's powerful magic.
At the end of the battle the elf was finally able to reach his spot. He sat down, tired from all the fighting that had been going on and he reflect on life.
He appreciated the beauty of life and thought that even if he had to step on others to be here, he would do it. For life is beautiful in it's own unique way and you should never relinquish your place in it, for others gain.
