Lyra looked worried. "But stories say unicorns are friends with the Elves. Won't catching them make the elves mad?"
She tilted her head, her gold hair falling over her shoulder. She felt uneasy thinking about upsetting the kind elves.
"Don't worry about it, Miss Lyra," Theron said with a small grin. "The Elves aren't strong like they used to be. They've lost their old power. Even their Elf King and most of their leaders disappeared a year ago. Without them, the elves can't protect themselves. They might not last much longer."
He waved his hand like it didn't matter, his metal glove shining in the sun. To him, the elves were weak and fading away.
Lyra looked sad. "The elves are so pretty and nice. It'd be awful if they were gone."
She chewed her lip, her eyes getting watery. She loved the elf stories, their beauty and love for nature. Losing them felt like losing something magical.
Theron's mouth moved into a little frown. "Pretty or not, they're nothing next to a good sword."
