Travelling by lighthouse, Damon arrived at the enchanting forest of Fanfir.
The forest of Fanfir was located in the region of Vandar.
However, this region was no longer called Vandar like it used to be.
The region of Vandar had lost its beautiful name and had taken on a new one that was forced upon it by the tyrant that took over the region.
This new name was called Bruntenheim, in honour of the tyrant, King Brunt.
A name that was as ominous as it sounds.
Bruntenheim was a name that reminded the people of Vandar of the shame and defeat they suffered at the hands of King Brunt.
An indelible mark of embarrassment, one that Brunt made sure to rub on their faces.
Vandar was once a land that once flourished with greenery and precious green stones.
Leaving up to its name that meant 'life' until chaos struck and that name was thrown to the wind.
A land where magic thrived and magical creatures of all sorts lived.
The skies once testified of playing host to giant winged creatures that breathed fire from their mouths.
It was a beautiful view but even that beauty was now lost.
Vandar's green had turned to black and red and has remained so since the goblins arrived.
Vandar's beauty faded into the void when the King of the goblinfolk came to this land.
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Meanwhile, in another part of Fanfir forest.
The sound of hurried footsteps, the breaking of twigs and crunching of leaves resonated inside the forest.
A young, fair elven girl ran through the forest, twigs and tendrils cracking underneath her hasty steps.
Her heart raced inside her chest, almost shooting out as she ran to escape the pursuing crew behind her.
Her skin was pale and heavily bruised with many red patches on her body.
The white gown that she put on had turned into something else. It was roughened up, torn and dirtied.
This young elf's name was Ysar.
Ysar was a fine young elf. She had a baby face that would instantly trigger a false estimation of her age and even make one assume she was too tall for her age at six foot and an inch of height.
Her eyes were enchanting and green as emerald.
Ysar was beautiful but her beauty was masked by the sadness that beamed from her face.
She kept lookng back to gauge the distance between her and her pursuers.
She was not seeing them but she still heard their malicious growls as they echoed in the forest and she could feel their ominous presence just close by.
Ysar was stricken with fear, afraid of what they would do to her.
"Reya," she muttered, calling out a name as her eyes watering with tears.
She faced her front and continued to run, brushing past bushes and swerving past trees in her escape to freedom.
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Ysar was young and agile but was not running at her best.
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, she could only run so far before making stops to catch her breath.
Using her territorial advantage, Ysar steered through the twisting trails of the Fanfir forest.
She knew the terrains of the place a little too well and moved like a knowledgeable person should.
She could hear shouts of delight and excitement encroaching towards her even with how fast she was running but their grotesque figures were still unseen.
Her breathing was strained and her heart pounded even faster now that she could sense that the band of goblins that pursued her were drawing nearer.
She could not continue running like this.
At the rate she was going, it was only a matter of time before they caught up.
Ysar needed to find a place to hide from them or better still, lose them entirely.
Almost as if the heavens smiled down at her, she saw a river ahead of her as she ran.
A smile appeared on her face and she veered confidently towards the river.
Splash!
Without thinking about it, she dived into the cold water and swam her way across, tussling with its current.
Ysar managed to win and reach the other side of the river as she pulled herself back to land.