The elf sat still on the dark gray cement wall. In his hand a flute that was silver. The sun shined on his flute. The elf’s hair was black with a hint of teal in it. The elf’s eyes were closed ever so still. He opened his eyes as he heard the white doves sing along. His eyes were a deep dark ocean blue. His eyes seem to shine as the light of clear day it them. His hands were a very light pale color. His fingers thin. He looked about sixteen or seventeen in human years. His clothes looked like a modern rock star. He had silver rings upon his fingers. His shirt was a dark red. His pants a dark navy jean like color. His legs stood up on the wall. He gazed around as he played that flute how its soft music was heavenly to one’s ears. When he played his song the plants seem to grow. He did not seem to notice his own unique abilities. He was lost in his own song. The song could show his lonely heart that was beating ever so strongly for a missing loved one. Finally his song ended. He jumped from the wall and pushed his teal bangs back. He then walked along the cement street and went his way living like any normal person would. The only clue he was any different was his hair color and unseen powers that lay a sleep in him only starting to wake up.

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