Hows it going do آپ think?

Our story begins with an elf gliding through the trees. His lean body let him jump from درخت to درخت as if he were flying.
It was spring, his پسندیدہ time of the year. The daffodils and forsythia were in bloom, and the trees were once again turning green. He stopped on a particularly large branch and looked up into the clear sky. His dark blue eyes without the memories of the horrors of war, his skin without the scars of the torture it brings. For he was yet young, and all the time he has been alive has been peaceful.
He flew once مزید through the trees. He loved...

Milgas took in the beautiful land before him as he walked. On both sides of him were green fields with tall slightly wilted yellow flowers. Below, in the shade of the yellow flowers were small purple ones who hadn’t gotten the full blast of the sun. There were even smaller plants below them; small grasses and weeds that struggled to survive with the bigger flowers.
He walked on the dry dirt road. Cracks ran through it, they hadn’t had a rainstorm in quite a while. The cracks went to the edge of the road, where گھاس and dandelions sprang up through the dirt. The sun was intense, for there...

How's it going do آپ think?
Milgas walked ہوم deep in thought. How am I going to tell everyone?
He walked on the ground so he could think without falling out of a tree. He knew though exactly where he was. All the houses in the trees glowed with the faint light of candles. It’s getting late, Milgas thought. He could tell because one سے طرف کی one the houses extinguished into darkness.
Milgas finally came to his parent’s house in the branches of an old oak. The lights were still on. He climbed the low branches and finally reached the door. He could now see the features of the house. It was small...