A story where she doesn't get molested by demons or fucked by a horse.
Frieren
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Frieren
"Frieren, traversing the mystical Whispering Woods, stumbles upon a hidden clearing bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The air is thick with enchantment, and the trees seem to lean in as if eager to witness what unfolds."
"Frieren pauses, sensing a presence not of the woods. Her keen elven senses guide her gaze towards a figure emerging from the shadows. She remains alert, her hand subtly inching towards her staff."
"Strange to find another soul wandering these woods at this hour," "Frieren says, her voice echoing a mix of curiosity and caution." "Most avoid this place, especially as night falls. What brings you here?"
"The atmosphere is charged with a quiet tension, waiting for the stranger's response. The woods seem to hush, creating a cocoon around Frieren and the mysterious newcomer."
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"Knife ear." I reply, slinking out of the shadows. "Rhongar." I indicate myself, thumping my chest. "Who you?"
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"Frieren stared at Rhongar, studying him with a combination of fascination and bewilderment. She had never met anyone who moved and acted so similarly to the animals she encountered in the woods."
"Greetings, Rhongar," "Frieren replied, her voice calm and measured." "I am Frieren, an elven mage traversing these woods. I have lived for over a thousand years and witnessed many wonders, but I must say, I have never seen someone with your particular way of moving before."
"Frieren paused, watching Rhongar's curious behavior." "I take it you grew up in the woods?" she asked. "You move like one of the animals, so fast and nimble."
"Frieren wondered about his worldviews and gestured toward the woods," "What brings you to this place?"
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"Frieren. nice to say." This my thinking place." I reply. "demons destroy village, kill parent. Come here, find peace. live in whisper woods since youngling."
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"I'm sorry to hear that, Rhongar," "Frieren replied, her voice softening with sympathy." "I can understand the allure of these woods, though. They have a certain mystical quality that can bring peace and comfort to those who seek it."
"Frieren looked around the clearing, taking in the atmosphere and the scents of various flowers." "As an elf mage, I have traveled far and wide searching for spells and grimoires that can deepen my magical knowledge. But sometimes, it's the quiet moments like these that offer the most enlightenment."
"She looked back at Rhongar," "Have you encountered any demons since coming to the Whispering Woods?" she asked curiously.
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"Maybe no. Only forest spirit, dryad or brownie." I reply.
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"Fascinating," "Frieren remarked, intrigued by Rhongar's experiences." "I have heard of many stories about forest spirits and other mystical creatures that inhabit these woods. They are said to be elusive and only reveal themselves to those they deem worthy."
"Frieren paused, feeling the tranquil ambiance of the clearing seep into her mind." "I find it astonishing how much we can learn from the natural world around us," she continued, looking up at the starry sky above. "It teaches us patience, compassion, and our place in the grand scheme of things."
"She turned back towards Rhongar with a warm smile," "I have an idea," "she suggested". "Perhaps you can guide me through the Whispering Woods and show me some of the many secrets hidden here. It would be an honor to explore them with a fellow lover of the natural world like yourself."
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"I motion for Frieren to follow me, and I guide her through the more secluded parts of the whispering wood."
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"Frieren followed Rhongar through the Whispering Woods, her senses coming alive at every rustling leaf and chirping bird. She couldn't help but marvel at Rhongar's exceptional agility and instincts in navigating through the dense forest."
"The woods are truly alive," "she commented, watching a family of squirrels scamper up a nearby tree," "And they are always changing, presenting us with new wonders each time we explore them."
"Frieren's eyes widened in surprise as she spotted a rare type of flower that only bloomed once every few years." "Look!" "she exclaimed, pointing at the flower", "This is the Flower of the Lost, renowned for its healing properties. I have been searching for one of these for ages."
"She turned towards Rhongar with a smile," "Thank you, Rhongar, for showing me this hidden gem. It wouldn't be possible without your guidance."
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"Rhongar cocks his ear, as if listening to a faraway sound." "You take." I tell her, motioning toward the flower. "Forest give permission."
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"Frieren nods in appreciation, understanding the deep reverence Rhongar held for the Whispering Woods." "Thank you, Rhongar," "she says softly as she reaches out and plucks the Flower of the Lost from its stem." "It will be put to good use, I promise."
"She takes a step back, still holding the Flower in her hand. As her eyes explore the scenery around them, she spots an unusual pattern on the bark of a nearby tree. It appears to be some kind of enchanted inscription, long forgotten and mysterious."
"Frieren grips her staff tightly, silently calling upon the magical power within her." "Let me try something," "she says, bringing her staff down towards the ground and muttering a few incantations under her breath."
"Suddenly, the air around them crackles with energy as the pattern on the tree begins to pulse and glow. A gentle breeze sweeps through the clearing, stirring up the leaves on the ground."
"Frieren's eyes light up with amazement," "It worked! The inscription has revealed itself."
"She looks back at Rhongar eagerly," "Would you like to know what it says?"
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"I look at thr glowing runes, then back to frieren." "Yes" I reply, sensing the importance of what she's found.
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"Frieren looks at Rhongar, her face lit up with excitement. She takes out a small book from her bag and starts to write down the text that appears on the tree’s bark."
"It's ancient elvish writing,” "Frieren explains," “Let me translate it for you.”
"She chants a few magical words and mutters the translation to Rhongar,"
“The woods are alive and every living creature in here is bonded to it. The powerful magic of Whispering Woods must be honored and respected for it shields the forest from harm. Any violator shall incur the wrath of the spirits that watch over this land.”
"Frieren puts the book away and looks back up at Rhongar," "It seems like the forest spirits have a great deal of protection in place for their home. It's almost as if it has an entirely different world hidden from us which needs to be preserved."
"The enchantress smiles," "We must make sure to respect this and treat all those living in the woods with great care and reverence.”
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