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My feet pounded against the hard-packed dirt that made up the road as I sprinted deeper into the woods. The fresh scent that surrounded Tristan’s home was smothered by a thick odor of rot and dew. The first scent hinted at the great age of the Harlipren and the other the renewal of life that was forever taking place in such an untamed and untouched area. The shadows of the thick branches that hung over me seemed to stretch out and paw at my clothes.
A soft glow flitted in front of my face. I braked hard and ended up falling backward on my rear. The soft glow landed on my knee and through the light I could see the shape of a tiny woman. She was naked, but her features were so soft and smooth that there was nothing indecent about her figure. The creature had green eyes without pu
