Thick tendrils laden with leaves and assorted vines hung over the entrance to the village of the forest fairies. A dilapidated wooden sign, overtaken by moss and fungi, warning creatures that did not belong to the forest fairy family to keep out in faded red paint, hung shakily on the trunk of a large ancient tree.
The elf gingerly pushed the curtain of overgrowth to the side, and peered into the darkness while a musty pang of rotting vegetation assailed her nostrils. She looked over to the sign and gulped nervously, before making small but confident steps into the abyss.
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"I... I would like to settle in this village. I am willing to work for lodging and food." The elderly fairy narrowed her eyes at the young elf before her, whose body was trembling but eyes determined.
"Elves do not belong here; Why are you here?"
"I... I quit my job as a servant. I do not have anywhere else to go."
"Ahh, you think this is a place for refuse? Unable to stand the strenuous work of being at the beck and call of those higher ranked than you?" The village chief smirked through her many wrinkles.
The elf reddened, then swallowed. "I am not refuse. I-"
"What makes you think you'll be able to stand the work here?" The fairy cut her off. "Do you think you can just flounce in here with a waggle of your hips and rule this village?"
The elf lowered her eyes to the floor. "Please help me."
The chief sighed. "I'll arrange work for you as a servant in the Ethar Manor. They will provide lodging and food for you. Work hard, little one."
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