The Survival Diary of an Elf Cub [Western Fantasy]

The Silver Moon Forest to the west of Phil Continent is the most dangerous restricted area. Rumor has it that the Silver Moon Forest is inhabited by a mysterious tribe of elves. They are God's darlings, possessing an appearance comparable to that of God, and a magical power close to that of God. The elves rely on the tree of life to give birth to the next generation, and only five elves were born in a hundred years. Unexpectedly, when the elf came out of the bud, the tree of life was attacked by the dark elves. Only Iris, the last one still in the bud, absorbed the dark magic. Aerys was born as a sickly elf baby, but his appearance fascinated even his fellow elves. The other baby elves opened their mouths and shouted, "Hungry, Hungry, Fanfan." Iris was staring at the flower petals in a daze, and was hit by dew on the forehead before she came back to her senses with a "Wow!" The other elves, Little Doudin, held up a branch and recited a spell to "crack" the mushrooms, while Iris was still flapping her short wings, spinning around three times before falling face down into the grass. The other elf children picked up their small wooden bows and shot the fruit with a swish. Iris suppressed his blush and tried to pull the bowstring, but the bow didn't move. He sat on the ground with a splat, his eyes red, and he thought it was the hand that moved the bow first. Elise's self-esteem was severely hit, so she burst into tears and hid in the arms of Hevinor for comfort. Elise: "Hevinor, I'm so stupid, I can't learn anything." Hevinor: "Iris, it doesn't matter if you can't learn it. I will protect you for the rest of my life!" With tears in his eyes, Iris raised his head and said stubbornly: "No, I want to become a great magician to protect you." Intention: Diligence can make up for weakness, hard work can produce results