Wandering Green
As those Forest Green eyes stared into the eyes of a young man, the elf child reached out for help: for safety. The young man kneeled down and placed his rough hand against the soft checks of the elf child. Feeling the texture difference, the elf child with those forest green eyes moved back. The young man just smiled and sat down on the ground.
“Follow this path of this broken Pied Piper, I guarantee your future will be nothing like my own.” The young man said. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. He lit the cigarette and blew the smoke towards the child elf in front of him.
As the child tried to clear away the smoke, the clash of swords and roars of dragons surrounding him. There he saw himself with the broken Pied Piper, a demon child, and a vampire infant that slept on the back of the demon. There they all fought next together in battle, as if they been with each other for many of times: however, the young elfing saw a golden eye glowing near the young man. Before the elf child could do anything, the smoke turn blood red. Trembling in fear, the elf child ran away from the smoke and into the arms of the young man.
“What did you see, my child?” The young man smiled with a cigarette in his hand. The child look up again to stare into the young man’s eyes. They were not the same: A golden eye and a green eye that shared the color of a green apple.
