The story began with two girls sitting on a huge branch high in a tree where no one could see them. The girls were talking about the usual things , clothes, shopping, shoes and so on. No one actually thought they were different from the world. Just two girls alone. Athene's mind was completely in the story she was writing herself. Her mind never wandered off so much, but now, she thought it was a good time to.
the old park was silent, like the night always was. All you could hear was the sound of Athene's writing. The girls laughed and joked, the people down them couldn't figure it out. Nothing could go wrong that day, nothing could ruin the moment in the tree except their parents. They were powerful people and hated each other to the grave. Athene sighed, her father and her mother never liked each other.
Yet they decided to make a child like her a dragon elf child. Athene was happy with her life, no one could doubt that but she wished her parents didn't feel the hatred for each other because of the guilt. Athene stopped writing, she didn't know anything more to write right now. The girl rolled up the scroll and placed it with her ink placed it all in a leather bag she made herself. The elf girl let her eyes scan the area, no one to be found as always.
The girl laid down on the grass and just waited.