An Elf and a Necromancer – the Elf Chooses the Shortcut

It was a hot summer. Silence. Only a few insects flew occasionally. And somewhere in the distance, grasshoppers could be heard. It was scorching hot. The temperature was over thirty degrees. It was hot. It was truly summer. With bright sunshine. And a cloudless sky. A very bright day.

The path was narrow. For one human or an elf. And even for a medium-sized orc. Although a larger one would be cramped here. Especially not for a giant or a titan. A Cyclops. There was nothing to do here. The path was sandy. Yellow. And orange. With small pebbles. And heavily packed.

The fence was clearly visible. Made of black metal. With patterns. Beyond it were thickets. Thick, dense thickets. Of trees. And tall grass. No one went there. Everyone had forgotten about this path. But it was a shortcut. From a huge garden to the urban part of the city. Which leads into the forest. And wild lands.

A wide variety of plants grew here. Lots of grass. And flowers. Everything was immersed in greenery. An abandoned part of the city. A forgotten part, you might say. Which isn't even considered a city anymore. The path, fortunately, is well preserved. It's clear that a lot of people walk along it. Rangers. Probably. And forest dwellers.

The sun is shining very brightly. It burns your eyes. And you definitely can't see it. You only have to raise your head slightly and you can see nothing but blinding white. It's very hot. A beautiful summer day. And a hot day. Just as it should be in summer.

An elf is walking along the road. With sharp, beautiful ears. Which are clearly visible. From under his long white hair. He looks very handsome. And he is dressed in beautiful clothes with jewelry. Made of various jewels. He carries a short dagger, also beautifully decorated. The red stone is especially striking. A huge red ruby on the hilt of the blade. The blade hangs from a beautiful belt of dark green fabric.

The elf wears a dark red cloak. Made of beautiful fabric. The entire fabric sometimes sparkles with sequins. This is clearly a manifestation of magic. The boots, although black, have a large number of patterns. Which are interesting to examine. It seems to depict something in great abundance. Like a whole story.

The elf wears gloves made of white fabric. The fabric is very light. And his snow-white skin is visible. In some places.

The path is very dusty and narrow. Literally enough for one person. However, this is a city of people. And people don't care about the order and condition of everything around them as much as elves do. So what can you expect from people? Yes, the path is shallow and dusty. That's what boots are made for, to walk in.

On the other side. Also overgrown. Everything here is overgrown. Who would have doubted it. And the brickwork. Made of old red brick. As if they wanted to build something big here. But then they didn't do anything. They left it as is. And they forgot about this place. And the path. And everything grew overgrown on its own.

There are thickets and trees to the left and right. Wild forest and grass, you could say. Everything grows naturally. There are beautiful flowers here and there. The elf understands flowers. And even has a little flower magic. He recently started studying them. For fun. Although, maybe it will help him someday.

When you walk, there's a lot of dust around. Luckily, it's behind you. And that's what the cloak is for. The sand on the road is very dry and easily rises into the air. Sometimes the wind can lift it. A thin layer of sand. The path is quite narrow. It's a short route.