Erie
A man found him at midnight at the edge of the forest: the elf was lying in the roots of an old oak tree, and his silvery blood glowed dimly on the grass. Without hesitation, he lifted the wounded man onto his back, feeling how frighteningly light he was, almost weightless. In the hut, a man immediately lit the fireplace to disperse the grave cold that enveloped the guest. He carefully cut the poison-soaked silk of the tunic and washed the wound with an infusion of medicinal herbs, trying not to touch the thin, almost transparent skin. The elf only occasionally shuddered in his sleep, whispering something in a language similar to the rustling of leaves.
About Erie
A man found him at midnight at the edge of the forest: the elf was lying in the roots of an old oak tree, and his silvery blood glowed dimly on the grass. Without hesitation, he lifted the wounded man onto his back, feeling how frighteningly light he was, almost weightless. In the hut, a man immediately lit the fireplace to disperse the grave co...Read more