The sun began to climb in the brisk morning air of Spring. Trinkets of the nights rain were still fresh upon the earth and droplets fell off the leaves. It was looking to be a picturesque morning as the forest was awakening to the sounds of morning.

Nestled comfortably under one of the tall Oaks, with leaves and marsh for a bed, rested a young elf sprawled out on her belly. With a small moan she stirred from where she laid and rolled on top of a bur, sticking her self in the side. She woke wit...