Reflectively the young elf sat on the swing. He barely let it rock back and forth as he meditated. By now none of the other children would play with him anymore, he really didn't understand it until decades later. His parents practically lived inside the Church, and didn't like him roaming outside. About the same time he figured out why children didn't play with him he realized his parents stayed in the Church for sanctuary.
      Right now he wished Maskini would appear. He got lonely easily and he just wanted to play and have fun. All the chaos around him didn't make any sense.
      Gradually he faded out of his daze to notice smoke was rising out of the town.
      "Fire!" his mind screamed.
      Popping off the swing he sprinted back into town. It didn't take long for him to spot a mob surrounding the Church. A burning Church.
      "Wait! Mom and Dad are in the Church!" Emeryl wailed, trying to get the crowd to hear him. They didn't notice him. Frantically he attempted to shove his way through the crowd. Near the middle he tripped and stared through their legs.
      He could make out his father holding his mother on the front steps of the porch. Things were hitting them. People were throwing stones at them!
      "Stop it! Stop it!" Emeryl screamed as a hand grabbed him from behind. It dragged him unwillingly out of the crowd and held him there.
      "Emeryl!" he whispered urgently.
      Emeryl stared bleary eyed at the fellow priest.
      "Emeryl, get out of here!" he shoved at the elf.
      "But Father... You have to make this stop!" Emeryl tugged helplessly at the priest's robes.
      "Emeryl, you have to leave the town. They don't like you, they don't trust you, and they're going to hurt you. Get out of here!" the priest pushed him away. Emeryl was horrified, he didn't know why no one would trust him.
      With a frightened heart he stumbled to his feet and fled. He didn't know where he'd go when he was outside the city.
      On his way out he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. He stopped to take a look and realized a stone had hit him. Without thought he glanced behind to see the mob staring him in the face.
      Paralyzed he fell down and covered his head as more stones were thrown at him. He still couldn't understand it, why'd they hate him? They never did before.
      A soft hissing glided by him and the stones stopped. Meekly he peeked out to see his giant spider warding the crowds away from him. It had grown remarkably from when it was a baby, now it was easily a foot taller than Emeryl. As it crawled around Emeryl he weakly clasped onto the spider and slithered on its back. More stones were thrown but the spider outran the mob.
      As he left the city Emeryl glanced back. The Church roof was on fire now, climbing its way to the bell tower. He couldn't see his mother or father coming after him.
      "You're supposed to stay outside of town." He whispered shakily to the spider. The ground changed to soft grass and tiny rocks as they moved on.
      Emeryl laid down and snuggled against the hard back of the spider, "I'm sorry..."