Just a short story I did for a contest. I’m thinking of expanding it a bit.
“Elves Don’t Carry Guns”
by Jessi L. Roberts
Fern peered over the wall that surrounded the town of Refuge. A rider and packhorse trotted down the road while a huge dog ran beside them. It had to be Robiel. Only he had a diredog and the horses were both duns. Good thing they’d made it before night. Then again, Robiel didn’t fear the night, or the vamps that came with it.
“Get off the wall, elf,” Nelgen, one of the guards snapped.
Fern glared. “I’m only half elf, stupid.”
Nelgen lifted his hand.
“Just try it,” Fern snapped. “Robiel will feed you to the werewolf.”
Nelgen’s hand dropped.
Below them, the gates swung open. Robiel rode through, the dog at his side and the packhorse trailing behind.
Fern ran down the stairs and to Robiel. He dismounted and swept her into his arms. “You’ve grown.” He released her from his embrace…
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