“Long ago in a village, there was a boy named Peekaf with pointed ears and red eyes. His parents loved him very much. But he was always bullied by the village children because of his eyes and ears. They called him ‘Red-Eyed Peekaf’ and 'Pointy-Eared Peekaf.’ Peekaf thought: 'This isn’t my home. These people aren’t my real parents…’

Because neither Peekaf’s father nor mother, nor even one person in the whole village… had red eyes or pointed ears the way he did. One night, Peekaf snuck out of his house without his parents knowing. He went to find his own real parents and his own real world in which to live. He made his way alone into the forest where elves were said to live, where grown-ups said never to go. And Peekaf found them. They had red eyes and pointed ears. Certainly they were the same as him. But this is what they said to the overjoyed Peekaf: 'You’re one of us? No, not true… you haven’t wings to ride upon the wind like we do.’

Seeing Peekaf’s confusion, one of them informed him of something: 'Long ago, a human man and woman brought a baby here who was close to death from illness.’ 'We have broken the law of our village and entered this forest to save this child. This child is our life. Please, somehow, save him,’ the man and woman pleaded desperately. They granted the request, using magic on the baby. The baby’s life was saved, but in exchange his appearance was altered to half resemble the elves. Even so, the man and woman cried tears of joy. It only mattered that their child lived…

When Peekaf heard this, he ran off in great haste. With tears in his eyes, he went swiftly back the way he’d come. But when Peekaf returned to his house, it was all too late. For some strange reason, even though he’d only been in the forest for a few moments, in the village a hundred years had passed. On top of a small hill between the village, where he no longer knew a single person, and the elf forest, where no human was allowed to live… Peekaf the Outcast cried and cried, his red eyes swollen even redder."