They Head South West

“Let’s head to Vellanor first,” Melinir said. “And to the human lands. We can make our mind about the lifeblood crystal or the light of the deep when we need to.”

“An excellent decision,” Nystar said. “That route should have the best and the most sex. Wait until you see the tits on some of those human girls.”

They headed through the woods, entering the first of the wood elf villages. Hopefully it wasn’t the one Meilind came from. Melinir had no idea which one the girl had come from. He didn’t usually remember any of the girls’ names. It was better not to get too attached.

But Meilind though, her name was scarred into his mind now, as badly as the scars on her skin. Sometimes when he blinked, he saw the jagged lashes the whip had left behind on her back, her ass and her legs.

She’d been a beauty, that was for sure. Now all he remembered was the scars, the tears in her eyes and the look she gave him the last time he saw her.

The woods smelled nice, a fresh smell.

They approached the village of Riverswood. It’d been a while since Melinir had left the comfort of his home. It had been even longer since he left the city of Hallinir.

Riverswood was quite a sight to behold, dozens of treehouses above the snaking path that climbed the hill. The river splashed a little in the distance, giving a faint sense of peace.

Children ran around and played at ground level, while others swung from tree branches. Bread was being baked up above, a slightly sweet smell of it making Melinir salivate.

He watched a girl across the path as she carried a bucket of water back from the river.

She was utterly beautiful; the longest pointy ears Melinir had ever seen. Her mousy brown hair was tied in two braids that fell over both shoulders. Her eyes were a faint brown, and she had the cutest freckles on her cheeks as she smiled at the pair of them. She wore a green tunic and brown skirt.

“Would you like any help?” Melinir offered.

She smiled again, then shook her head. “I heard about what happened to the girl from Woodhouses,” she replied. “The girls have been warned to keep their distance, Prince Melinir.”

She walked away, carrying her bucket of water on one shoulder.

Nystar chuckled, then burst into fits of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Melinir snapped.

“It seems I’ll be getting a head start on our wager.”