There were an ancient temple. Deep in the woods. In the heart of the bush. Forgotten, ruined and left at the nature's mercy. And ancient legends told, that a sacred chalice was left there, when an eldritch race, which built the temple before the time had begone.

She-werewolf nervously took a smell, but the wood's forest was smelling only mushroom, rotten trees and dampness. She took a smell again, trying to catch a barely perceptible breeze. And she smelled a kind of an ancient magic. She was at the right way. A wolf-girl ran forward, trying to move completely silent. She had a very bad feeling about her task, but her vampire companion was very clear: or she will get the chalice, or she will regret that she was born.

So, she-werewolf reached the heart of the forest. No she smelled a strong ancient magic. She amazedly looked around, seeing how powerful and strong are the trees around the ruins. Finally she saw the chalice. It was still on the altar, which was surround by a few pillars left from the temple. She-werewolf grinned contentedly.

"Perfect! It is mine!" she said and walked forward.

Suddenly she saw a strange motion in an old stump. It looked just like it was growing. She-werewolf blinked and when she opened her eyes, she saw a slim beautiful girl with a green leaves on her head. It could be only a dryad!

Story inspired by Kalidwen's game Elven Kingdom (which you may found here - https://kalidwen.itch.io/elven-kingdom)