From my book 'Harvest Moon.' One of the heroes of the book, a rather naive young sylvan elf named Faethanobae, finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or at least, he believes so. 'Heavy footfalls stumbled clumsily through the grass, heading right toward him. With no time to flee, Faethanobae threw himself flat against the ground. Seconds later, a body crashed down next to him, arrows protruding grotesquely from its back. Though it had fallen face first, its head had twisted to the side upon impact, facing the frightened elf. He stared, dumbfounded, into the sightless eyes of a human soldier, biting his bottom lip to suppress the urge to cry out. “Please don’t come after him. Please don’t come after him,” Faethanobae silently willed those responsible. He shut his eyes tightly, blocking out the gore before him.'