I left her behind and turned on my heel. There was a large forest right in front of the shore.
I strode into the woods, looking to pick firewood to make a bonfire, and made my way forward, slashing the trees at intervals to avoid losing my direction.
Even after walking for quite some time, the forest showed no signs of ending.
'This looks like a much bigger forest than I thought.'
This will provide a hard time getting out of.
I was mulling on my choices. Whiing. When a small but definite cracking sound was heard. Instinctively, I turned and threw my dagger in the direction the sound came from.
An darting arrowhead grazed my cheek.
"Ugh!"
I heard a groan as if the dagger I threw flew true. Soon someone fell from a tree. A handsome man with a dagger sticking out of his collarbone, but with long ears. By long, I mean really long.
"Elf?"
Tilting my head I tried approaching the fallen elf, when dozens of arrows flew towards me.
What's always with these long ear bastards?
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