Introduction

The world called me a hybrid, but my parents called me a product of love. I was a child of an elf and a dwarf which made me short, but light and graceful. I was trained from a young age to fight and when my parents died, I ran off into the wilderness to live. I met my best friend in the forest of Mirkwood. A white dire wolf that I named Teoryn. We lived together, surviving off the land happily. I spoke with her about how I didn't understand how a dwarf and an elf could find love. Dwarves and Elves hated each other and have for hundreds of years. While she listened, she didn't have the ability to reply. I used to wish that she could speak because life got lonely when only you are the one speaking.

Teoryn and I had been running from someone or something following us for three days. We didn't know who or what it was, but every time Teoryn heard or sensed them, she went into fighting mode. Not knowing what else to do, we ran, hoping that whatever was chasing us would eventually give up.