Into the Valley of the Elves
A story in short, by Koneta Bailey
It was still early morning. The heavy dew clung in large droplets to the leaves and tall grasses. Once the sun came over the mountain and shined down its warmth, the valley would release its hold on the night fog. For Caleighela (cal-ae-eh-la) this was her favorite time of day. The valley of her people was hidden away high in the Wandla Mountains, and at this time of day, just shy of dawn, there was no place that she knew in her world that was more serene or smelled so sweet. This morning however, the stillness had been shattered by the high pitched barking of her young dog Beau.