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Anon's breath was ragged as he ran through the forest. Several of his friends were close by, running for their lives from their blue haired pursuers. Anon ran with all his strength but he knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught, the stamina of the Elves was legendary. He knew his fate would be worse than death if they caught him, but what scared him most though were the giggles that echoed out from behind them, they were enjoying the hunt. "Those bastards" anon thought to himself as he ducked under a low branch.
Suddenly there was a scream of agony from his left. Anon looked to see one of his companions stuck, a shard of ice running through his calf muscle, seemingly materialized from the ground. The victim buckled over, his weight snapping the razor sharp icicle, his body falling to the ground, eliciting another cry of pain. Anon raced over to see if he could help but his friend only pushed him away. "Go, go! I'm done for, run!". Anon hesitated for just a moment before turning his back and sprinting off. Behind him he could hear the cackles of the Lamys as they surrounded their prey and began to carry him off, no doubt to one of their infamous "milking" facilities.
Anon ran and ran, but he could only wonder how much longer he could run before he too joined the ranks of the Lamy.
