The Legend of Sir Soybean is being written, and it turns out I’m just a figment of someone’s imagination! How sad!
Excerpt from the translated diary of Sar Sobrun, page 51,382
I have been spying on the humans again. I know, my mother told me that I should never go anywhere near humans for fear of being seen, but sometimes, I just can’t help myself. I stay shielded, so they can’t see me, but somehow, the human children have started to make up stories about mystical elves by the name of Sir Soybean, a frighteningly close name to my own.
I’m just glad that they are children and Sir Soybean can be passed off as imagination. If they were adults, who knows how long I could be grounded. And even worse, what would happen to Alfstad if the humans became a threat? It wouldn’t just be me in trouble. All the elves would lose their home!
I’ll just have to hope that it’s only a coincidence and Sir Soybean was the result of childhood imagination. If it isn’t, I’ve created a gigantic threat to all elves just by looking at some children who I thought couldn’t see me.
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