Allan is walking home one day from the library and stumbles into a forest. Walking in, he sees what looks like magic floating in the air, and hears a rustle nearby. Alan looks around and sees a boy that looks around his age.

                “Hell-Hello?” Allan exclaims.

                The figure asks quietly “Who are you?!”.

                “I am Allan, Allan Yoshio. Who are you?” he stammers.

                "What are you doing here?" The boy whispers in awe, ignoring the question. "How did you even find this place?"

                "I don't know…." Allan shivers, scared. "Who are you?"

                "I am Pollock, Pollock Zi. How do you not know?! This place is very well hidden!!” Pollock’s mood changes as he sees a freckled boy in a hoodie before him, realizing he isn’t a threat.

They indulge in harmless banter for a while. 

Soon, they start walking and talking in the woods together.

          “So you're telling me that you are an elf!?” Allan exclaims.

          "Yes, yes I am." Pollock whispers.

Pollock gets up close to Allan.

          "What's wrong?" Pollock asks, worried.

          "No-it’s uh, Nothing, sorry." Allan studders.

          Pollock sighs. "Okay, well if you need anything let me know."

          "Thanks.." Allan smiles once again. "We- uh, We should keep walking."

Pollock sighs, "Yeah, let's go…"

Pollock backs up.

          "Are you coming?" He asks.

Pollock extends his hand out to Allan to walk with him. Allan grabs his hand and starts walking.

          "Thanks." Allan offers a smile.

          "No problem." Pollock says. "Oh, I forgot to ask. What are you?

          "Wha- i uh, what do you m-mean?" He stutters.

          "I mean like what creature are you?" Pollock asks.