The Misadventures of Saffy, Never was there such a tale of misfortune. Options

[Hasfusel]

Saffy stopped running, and sat down on a treetrunk, exhausted. Panting for breath, he looked back along the path, but it was empty. He seemed to have given her the slip. If he hadn't, he was done for. He just couldn't run anymore.
After a minute, he got up, dusted himself off, and set off. Safe, he thought. But I must say, what a close escape. If that woman had caught me, I'd hav-
He stopped, not believing his eyes. His jaw dropped. It was simply too impossible, but there they were. Three tiny little men, in little green Christmas elf costumes, with matching bobble hats. And green hair. They were playing with a toy train at the foot of a tree. One of them was eating on a tomato. They appeared not to have noticed him.
Saffy stared, dumbstruck. It was beyond him why he could see these little men. He racked his memory, but he couldn't remember taking any non-prescription medication in the last 24 hours. Neither had there been anything to drink recently but cold spring water (more's the pity, thought his subconscious grimly). But there they were, against all probability and rational thought or logic. And they appeared to be sparkling.
One of the little men looked up, smiling. "Hullo!" he said. "Would you like a tomato, budum?"
Saffy tried to speak, but his tongue seemed to be tangled in a knot.
"Don't be shy," said one of the others. His voice was strangely high-pitched. "Celia gave us a dozen for helping with the harvest, budum."
The first speaker was staring at him curiously. "Hey, you're not from around here. Maybe... I got it! You must be from Mineral Town, down that way!"
Finally, he managed to say something. All that came out was "Urg", but it was a start.
"Come on," said the one holding the train. "We'll take you back to the Treehouse. It's not often we meet new people." The little man took Saffy's hand, and they started off down the path, Saffy too stunned to do anything else.
"W-what are you?" he managed. The little man turned round, smiling.
"We're the Harvest Sprites, silly! What did you think we were?" he said, laughing.
"Hallucinations," answered Saffy with certainity. "That's all you could be. Hallucinations brought on by that crazy farmer woman chasing me round."
The sprites all chuckled. "I heard that Vesta had found a man wandering round her farm."
Saffy just nodded, and kept on following the leading sprite.
"My name's Vail," said the sprite, "and these are Fraw and Matthew."
"My name's Matt, too," said Saffy, in a kind of dazed confusion. Just who the heck were these little people? Was this some kind of trick? It had to be. Either that, or the previous events in this crazy valley had messed up his thoughts.
Following the laughing sprites, Saffy continued down the path. Little could he foretell about the terrible events about to unfold.


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Feedback & ideas now please~

[Hasfusel]

Thanks, I was just worried that this was going to end up like that Shadowfall thing.


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Saffy tripped over a rock, and tumbled to the ground. He didn't feel the pain. He was chilled to the bone, and his clothes were completely saturated, making them feel like lead rather than fabric. The rain beat him down, each droplet like an icy bullet. He could go no further.
He stared up into the stormy sky, seeing nothing, the steady pulse of the rain drumming into his skull. His vision faded, and as he slid into darkness, he faintly heard a woman's voice. "Oh, not another one..."

When he opened his eyes, he was tucked into a large, rough wooden bed. The blankets were warm, and made of some sort of soft, light woolen material. He looked around at his surroundings. He was in some sort of log cabin. It was stormy outside still; you could hear the rain lash at the roof and the windows. A pretty young woman with pale hair and electric blue eyes sat next to a roaring fire, knitting something that looked like a blue scarf.
"I found you at three in the morning," she said without looking up. She had a melodious, high pitched voice. "You were like the other guy. Unconscious, and frozen half to death. You've been asleep all day. Have some soup; you'll need something hot inside you."
Saffy looked at the bowl of warm stew at the side of the bed. It smelled very good. "Who... who are you?" he asked, sitting up.
"I'm Mist," said the young woman. "Just you get that stew down you, and you'll be fine. Dr. Edwards said you'd be okay with a little food and rest."
"Th-thank you," said Saffy faintly, and he picked up the wooden bowl and spoon. The soup, which consisted mainly of potato, lentils, and some green vegetable he could not identify, was thick and nourishing.
"What's your name? Don't tell me you've forgotten too. If you have, you can't pick Raguna because that's taken already," she said with a smile.
"I'm Matt," said Saffy. This woman was quite odd, but he felt rather comfortable in her presence. "You said there's a doctor round here?" he asked. "Maybe he could help me. I think I've gone crazy."
Mist stared at him levelly. "Don't we all," she said dryly.
"Listen, you've got to help me get home," Saffy said. "I've been missing for God knows how long now. My friends must be getting really worried. I have no idea where I am or how I got here, or if I'm even in the same time period. This land gets stranger by the minute."
"You aren't going anywhere in this condition," said Mist. "Just you lie down and go back to sleep. I'll introduce you to the village tomorrow."
He did as she said, and snuggled back down under the blankets. He fell asleep in minutes, to the gentle sound of the rain and the storm outside.