As he walked along there was a chair sitting out in the open.
"How odd." said our young hero. Suddenly a strange little elf leapt upon the chair after running out of the nearby woods and juggled a few balls and after dropping one of them, he yelled out loud to nobody in particular
"I am Halendro... Halendro The Great!" He had fancy silk pants, and a brightly rainbow coloured silk jacket with very bright yellow and green sleeves. Then there was a loud
"Boink. boink!" as both of the other balls dropped onto Halendro's head. He was rather an odd little figure, just standing there, our hero gazed up at him and he tripped and fell off the chair landing flat on his back. Giving Halendro a blank stare, which the elf ignored, and then he proceeded to say
"But you can call me Hal." after popping his head up at everyone, who happened to only be our hero in this case.
"I am Halendro the Great! I'm an elf, and an ex-circus, entertaining, extrordinaire. Enough E's ehh?!" and 'Great' he thought he was. Of course he was still just a circus preformer. Of course he had a few scarfs and daggers up his sleeves but no actual fighting skills.
Now the pair found themselves on the path to a small gnomish village. When they arrived they came across a rather young girl who, although not a gnome lived in the village.
"Oh my god! What fashion sense do you two have?" she said looking at the pair in the middle of the street.
"You are in rags, and you are in silk! Yuck! You need to go to some fashion place, you know, clothing stores, and all of that stuff. You could never win in a fashion show!"
"So, can you tell me the way to Fwixit?" our young hero asked.
"What? Fwixit, it's to the north, but while you are at would you stop and let me tell you a tale?" and soon they had heard the story. Later our young hero and The "Great" Halendro were in a forest to the north of a small gnomish village. They came across a large crystal clear lake. They had learned from the fashion sense girl, who was now following them, bugging them every once and a while about their clothing, that the protector of the lake had been cursed.With her mind now twisted, she was casting her powerful magic in a horrid fashion around the lake and had since stopped the flow of the water to the small gnomish village.

A plea from the gnomes of the village brought the courage of the group forward and soon enough they came upon the lake, meeting this protecter of the lake. Immediatley a valiant battle broke loose, she shot massive amounts of water at them, forcing tornados and all of the like. Meanwhile our young hero fought perilously with the disturbed guardian. But now a problem had arisen, he was knocked out after being smashed into a tree. With the help of The "Great" Halendro she was soon tied up in silk. Unfortunatley silk is easily ripped, (well of course!) and was easily knocked down over and over again with a water blast by the demented guardian of the lake. Soon enough the girl kicked in, but with no weapon all she could do was talk.

Italicized Text = Narrator Speaking

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