[[[Chester to the rescue]]]
Chester had waited patiently enough for the elven woman to help the boy so they could continue to play. So he sat down munching on a grain of rice, this continued until he heard yelling. "What's with all the nutjobs in town lately", he muttered to himself as he curiously flew over to see the commotion. And just in time he was, to see the helpless elf watch in horror as the boy grabbed a rock to kill himself.
He rolled his eyes and zipped downward to stop the boy. Heroism wasn't Chester's thing, infact his motives were selfish, he was simply doing this because either the elf girl would be impressed, or someone would award him for his heroism. As the boy began to lower the rock Chester hastily pulled out his fiddle and began playing fiercely, the music was powerful and the rock burst into many small pieces. He turned to the elf girl.
"Jeez, you must have been one helluva an ass to draw this kind of reaction from the poor boy", he joked and the turned around arms crossed.
"Buddy, if your gonna kill yourself, a sharp rock can be brittle and most likely will break, try a knife", he chuckled rudely.
Lets face it Chester was never the social type, he was an annoying fairy with a bad sense of humour.
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