Cinderel opened his eyes, as always, along with the dawn. The world was alive. Birds already tightened the melodious warble outside her window. The new day began. The next day one hundred and thirty-ninth year of the life of the young elven girl. Another, but unusual. Today she finally begins his training, the first serious step on the way to Ranger. Fencing lessons and other training does not count.

Deftly getting out of the intertwining vines that served as her bed, the young elf bent over a small depression in the trunk of a tree in which special grooves dripping morning dew. The smooth water surface reflected the beautiful face. Almond-shaped eyes the color of a clear sky, long eyelashes, pale green skin, a neat nose, full lips...

— As always flawless! — broke the silence of the wood cubicles in the most gentle voice.

After drinking the crystal clear water and as the hunger capital of the fruit of the tree, still naked girl, with a run flew into the narrow passage of their homes. Graceful leap ended in the lake, one of many, which was located directly under the house Cinderel.

Plenty napisavshij, the girl slowly came out of the water. Only hardened to stone dark green nipples said that the water in the lake ice. This is noticed and the numerous spectators. Many young elves gathered every morning around the lake to stare at the shameless elf that did not even try to cover up the naked charms. Girl on the contrary, erotic bent over the water, squeezing the moisture from the hair. Let the drool drop, dismissive she thought.

Deftly climbed one of the vines, the elf returned to his home. The show's over. Here she finally clothed herself in a halter top, assembled from small leaves and a short skirt of long leaves, but United just the tips on the belt. This skirt is a little concealed, but does not restrict movement.

When you are finished to dress and primp, she left home, and deftly darting from one Liana to another, went to one of the Central trees. The tree it was so big and high that could accommodate a whole town. One of the main entrances, the girl was already waiting for a small troop of young elves led by the Ranger.

— Cinderel! Late again! — Ranger muttered, frowning like a thunderstorm.

— I...

— No time for excuses! We are waiting for! The ritual has already begun. Follow me! — dropped Ranger and headed deep into the wood.

Having for a mentor a few narrow wood corridors, the youth found himself in a vast hall amphitheater located around the level ground at the bottom. To the area from the ceiling down a lot of vines. Most of them were green, but a few were suddenly blushed. Pinkish shoots was much softer and more sensitive green.

Now the green vines, usually peacefully hanging, hold tight the young woman is suspended and crucified condition. Long, dark dress the color of tree bark complemented by a fair long train, were tightly wrapped around the figure of the crucified. Remained open only a flat stomach of the elf.

— Ritual communication with the forest — quietly said the Ranger — sit around and be quiet.

Taking place closer to the events, Cinderel to consider the details of the ritual. Densely braided with green hands and feet of the priestess, were stretched in different directions. Four pink escape was penetrated under the hem of the dress hanging down and curving left up, constantly stirring and shivering. Seemingly from afar, a flat stomach, in fact, turned out to be much swollen and rhythmically moved in time with the twitching pink shoots. Strahovatsya under each thrust the priestess, silently moving his lips.

— What an abomination! softly whispered Sindorei to Give a fuck to some tree.

It's an honor! — there was at his ear startled elf, indignant whispers quietly sat down behind mentor, — Such intercourse is allowed to take only the high priestesses! Talking to the forest! So shut up and watch.

Scared to death, not daring to argue, the young elf bit his tongue and obediently stared at the hard wood snoseal priestess, trying to portray reverence.

After half an hour of monotonous fuck, the tremors finally stopped, the priestess slowly shook, and on the floor spilled a toxic green substance. There is much falling water, immediately sprouted grass and blossomed flowers. Otherworldly voice stretched the priestess broke the silence of the halls.

— Юго-восток. Два десятка зомби пересекли дальнюю границу!

When you have finished talking, the priestess helplessly limp still holding her vines. Her stomach slowly began to decrease, coming back to normal, as the extract of rose shoots.

— Let's go! — loudly shouted he jumped up Ranger.

The entire squad, rapidly followed by the teacher going through the corridors, jumping creepers and flying over the chasm in a graceful jump.

Soon, the entire squad has reached a high stone wall that encircles the city. Covered with ivy and leaves wall consisting of a single piece of rock, had become an insurmountable obstacle to any enemy who wished to attack the forest city. None of the famous siege weapon could not penetrate such a thick, natural barrier.

Next to the wall was erected many stone buildings, which served as military depots to the elves. In one of these and headed the group. Each student, men on the Rangers no one taught, gave a short bow, a quiver with a wide tip and a massive dagger with scabbard on your hip.

— So, listen up! — the teacher drew the attention of the arming of the elves, Zombies are not the most dangerous opponent. They are slow and stupid, but they are very hard to kill. So from a distance, shoot their limbs. So they become motionless. Then come and cut off the head with a dagger. It is the most reliable method.

Waiting for a nod from each member of the squad, the Ranger brought everyone out and deftly climbed up the wall, carefully clinging to the twigs and bumps.

Climbing up, the squad jumped to the nearest tree and promptly went to the specified priestess side.

Through the tireless hours of jumping on the tree branches, the armed group has reached the edge of a young forest. The trees here were tall and branchy enough to be able to move quickly.

— Down to earth! — ordered the leader. And the group has continued movement on a grassy carpet.

Reach finally the property boundaries, the Ranger ordered everyone to stand still and to be quiet.

— Do you hear? aloud she whispered, ' Crows! They are always accompanied by zombies in the woods. Forward! But quietly! The dead are still able to hear!

Elf moved to the cawing of crows, stepping carefully on the soft grass. Even the owner of a very fine hearing, now could not hear their steps in the normal forest noise.

Sluggish wandering zombies, relentlessly stomped towards another known target. Shapeless crowd of rotting meat crossed the narrow stream and came to a small clearing. When was the last animated corpse came under the cover of trees on the other side of the field flying arrows. The wooden shafts were easily pierced the dead body, stuck in the joints, and sometimes cutting off limbs. When the last corpse fell to the ground unable to move, the light went out clothed in foliage shape and began methodically to separate the skulls from no less dead. The squad got so carried away that did not notice that the clearing was surrounded by huge wolves.

— In the trees! — shouted the teacher, barely hearing guttural growl.

All participants of troop instantly took off through the branches. All except the former in midfield, especially much carried away by the cutting heads, Sandoral. The girl darted across the meadow, but the trees it cleverly cut off the grey hunters. Bounced to the center, she pulled her bow, pointing the tip of the arrow in the biggest wolf. Everyone froze in anticipation. The wolves were in no hurry to attack, and the girl was in no hurry to spend one of their last three arrows.

— Don't shoot! — screaming ...