In the dark a huddled shape lay on the leafy forest floor. The shape looked up, blue eyes glinted under the moonlight. It stood up to reveal a long leged, long armed figure. Dark, wisps of hair twirled to the motion of the wind. Pointed ears vibrated slightly as the figure shivered. Dark, purple skin came into view as a light flashed on the it. The girl ran the other way, trying to avoid the light.
The girl skidded to a stop, her chest burning. She was starting to forget who she was,"Midnight." She repeated her name like a glint of hope in a failing attempt. She shook her head slightly. Midnight was a Night Elf of about 16 years of age. Her whole life colapsed like a cave as the human government had killed all whom she loved. They had taken her away from her bloodstained home. She had escaped.... barely.
Midnight gasped as the sound of yelling split through the air like an arrow. She ran again. She didn't know how far and for how long she would have to run. All she knew was that there was anouther Night Elf village nearby, and that for now....she was alone.
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