Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart

“Hey sis, come over here,” Mei called “What is it?” I asked her as I started walking her direction. She was standing at the edge of the woods staring at something through the trees. As I stood next to her I noticed what she was pointing out. There was a beautiful village hidden in the woods, and it was full of elves. Mei and I walked into the woods and inched closer to the village. Soon we ended up standing on a path in the village, and an elf noticed us. “How did you get here?” he demanded to know, with panic showing in his voice. “Humans shouldn’t be able to see our village. Unless...” he stopped talking and started pulling us along as he winded through the village’s cobblestone paths.

He stopped in front of one of the houses and knocked

We can’t keep hiding from them like a bunch of cowards! We share this world with them, let’s stop trying to change that.” “Rena…” The other elf interrupted him, “I know what you’re going to say. The humans won’t hurt us.” “How do you know? The humans could start a war with us, you know humans don’t like things they don’t understand, and I doubt they understand us.” “They are a peaceful race now. You have met humans before, you know that. Do you not remember the human I brought in a few days ago?” “Not all of them are peaceful. Don’t you remember that group of humans that drove us into

We went back to the edge of the woods and looked back at the village. I was curious about these elves, but I didn’t want to risk going back to that village. Once we got out of the woods we started sprinting back to our house, leaving the Elven village far behind us. The next day we passed by the same woods again on our way home from school. “Can we go back to that elf village?” Mei asked excitedly, “I want to see it again.” “No Mei, we’re not going back,” I told her, but it was too late, she was already pulling me into the woods towards the village we had found yesterday. One of the elves we had seen yesterday, Rena, was standing at the edge of the village searching the edge of the woods. When she saw us she smiled. “I thought you might come back,” she called over to us, “please, come, there’s someone I want to meet you.” Mei followed Rena across the maze of cobblestone pathways towards a large building on the opposite side of the village and I reluctantly went along. It was much bigger than any of the other buildings in town, and much more ornate. “This,” Rena explained to us, “is the home of our