“Is that supposed to be an elf?” The two of them incredulously looked up at the figure fixed to the streetlight. The other one shook her head.
“Is that what they really think of us? We leave the world for a few aeons and this is how they remember our people?” she asked disappointed.
“We left them to take care of the world, and they’ve fouled the air, water, and earth. And now they callously make fun of us. We should have never trusted them.”
“They’ll be surprised when the gates reopen across the world in a few days. I’ll love to see how they cope with our warriors, wizards, and our dragons.”
“Yes. Soon we’ll take back this world and they’ll regret these indignities.” They looked up at the figure one more time and turned away in disgust.
Word count: 139
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #110.
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