To: Rasha007

From: Your Secret Santa

Diana checked her quiver and slung it over her shoulder, taking up her favourite bow. She stepped out the door, bare feet padding into the cool snow. Her celestial body didn't react to the blistering cold, though she was able to allow herself to feel it. It was refreshing, and meant that her favourite hunting season had begun. 

Elf season.

The little creatures were like a plague on Olympus towards the end of every Earth Year. Saint Nick bred his own nowadays, having long ago harvested the calmest elves that he could tame properly to do his work for him down on the North Pole.

But the native elves, the ones beyond the gates of Olympus that plagued the Rasha Forests, they spent all year mating and then hibernating. In the winter, they took their offspring out to terrorize all of the other creatures of the forest, with their little beady eyes and unstable magic.

Diana didn't know which of the gods was responsible for creating the elves, but they'd clearly been unstable themselves. Or made a mistake. In any case, she enjoyed the challenge. The little green men had stubby legs but they could leap around as well as any humanoid. They'd wriggle their little noses and teleport from tree to tree, popping up behind her to bite at her ankles.

Luckily their teeth were so small that they were ineffective against her goddess skin.

She dove from the edge of the mount where her castle stood, plummeting towards the grounds in front of the Forest. Shrieks and titters and giggles echoed out of the woods and she nocked her bow, grinning widely.

She wondered what elf meat tasted like with cranberry sauce.