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Hunting Down the Last Elf

[Mature content. No rape] ____________________ "Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house. "It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob. "Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her. "I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed. "How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!".... ________ In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother. However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash. This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

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Alliance

The room was filled with a pleasant glow as the gentle morning sun streamed through the drapes. 

Alicia woke up from her quiet sleep as the first light of morning cast the earth in shades of gold. Her eyes opened slowly as they adjusted to the soft light that filled the space.

She slowly pulled her eyelashes apart, blinking against the persistent stickiness to expose eyes with storm-related traces in them. 

Her beautiful, somewhat puffed skin around her eyes was a result of her tears. Bathed in the gentle early light, the chamber bore witness to the subdued aftermath of a night of release.

With a heavy sleep still hanging over her, Alicia sat up slowly. The calmness in the air was a stark contrast to the emotional upheaval of the night before. 

Grasping her tangled hair with her palm, she felt the moisture on her cheeks, the spots left by the tears that had left their mark. With the soft morning light filling the room, it felt comforting.