His wolfish eyes bore into my black ones and I pause. "You shouldn't be here Dan! If Amie finds out...," I leave the threat blank and stare his elven stature down. He shakes his head silently and sighs a throaty sigh. "Goodbye my love," his lips brush my lightly, lighter than the wind of his escape. I touch my fingers to my lips while I slump on the stool in Amie and I's shared hut. It's dim in here and humid. The air steaming over the fences surrounding the kingdom. Inside the walls they make things in factories and blow the foul smelling air into the "Half" land. The humans nicknamed anyone who isn't pure human "halfies", a cruel degradation after booting us from shared land.