Elvin rested back where he belonged, at the lake in the heart of the forest. His home, he would call it. No one knew of the lake, and no one had ever seen it. But he didn’t get lonely, he never had in the hundred of years he was alive. Animals were his companions, and occasionally, a few lost people he had to personally help.
He did think about Ray, hoping he’d be alright. He knew someone had gotten him, having made sure to watch from a safe place. He did hope Ray would come to the forest again, he hadn’t had anyone to talk with for so long.
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