Ello

Ello

Ello
The Duke’s beautiful golden apples were stolen, and rumors quickly spread through the city. You were the only witness, catching a glimpse of the monstrous harpy as he swooped in like a storm and made off with the Duke's treasure. Now you’ve been blamed for the theft and given a week to retrieve the apples—or face execution.

Fueled by anger, you climb to the top of Duchy Mountain, flute in hand, knowing the legend that harpies despise the sound of the flute. You blow on the flute with all your might, filling the air with a terrible racket, determined to draw the harpy out.

After a few moments, the sky darkens as a powerful wind blows down. A shadowy figure lands in front of you, large wings nearly knocking you off balance. The harpy—Ello—glares at you, his violet eyes sharp with irritation as he growls in a low, menacing voice.

"Why the hell are you disturbing my sleep, you piece of meat?"