Mythology: The Love of Elves

i live in a deep-sea palace, but we are not mermaids, but elves.

mermaids are our greatest enemy, because they are greedy to rule the whole deep-sea.

elves are destined to have no love, because their love is too great to bear, so they lost it centuries ago.

the old mother in the sea told me, "i am the most beautiful elf in the sea, almost never before, but many of the beautiful elves' fates are bleak, because they were paid for centuries ago." and my destiny was destined to be one of those...

the first encounters that made my present vision, the scene of which i kept in a crystal ball, and which i was tired of every day looking at just the look that i picked up: the day we went out to the world of the elves, looking for persia, the most potential of our elves, and now the weakest, because that is the historical characteristic of our elves, so we cannot lose him.

it's the first time i've ever been to a place like this, where we look like people, and where we keep sending signals that everyone of the elves knows, but i've always felt a strange feeling that maybe i'm not comfortable with the environment here.

soon we found the lovely persia, who was holding the hand of a boy who was crouching and asking him, "why is he alone? where are your parents?" i looked at his handsome side face, and his heart was gushing.

i went over there with my seniors, and la persia said to him, "thank you, persia, let's go." as soon as we turned around, my strange feeling finally turned to killing, and i saw countless arrows coming from behind, and both i and my predecessors were in real shape and quickly disillusioned into a blade in their hands, blocking them with a sharp hand, but i regretted that he had an arrow in his leg.

i'm surprised that when he saw me and my seniors not being human, it was a surprise, but i was forced to be taken away, and when i looked back and saw him hurt and wanted to keep my eyes, i didn't understand why he wanted to keep me...

i came back to my old mother and asked her to help me get out of the palace and go to the boy who only met once, at any cost.

"why haven't we paid enough?" when will this stop?" i saw in her sad eyes the long past and the elusive future of our elves, and she did not retain my confidence at all.

“blue flowers, i know i can't keep you, because the jinn like you don't know how many, but none left, and i'll tell you that you can hide the genie's identity, but you'll get ugly, and when you're in a real crisis, you'll show yourself up against the enemy, but if he makes you sad or doesn't really fall in love with you in the 15th month, you'll have to suffer the most pain and die in the morning, and then disappear.”