Chapter 7: An Elf
Aric started out laying the planks for the floor. He took the time to polish them before using them; he didn't want splinters to be an issue in the finished house, so he carefully polished it all.
He laid them out in a clean pattern similar to modern-day houses on Earth. He nailed the planks into the foundation and then used the glue in the little gaps to make sure that it was secure.
After securing everything and finishing the floor, the house was starting to take shape quickly. He tried walking around to check for any errors or issues, but he had done a good job—there was not a single issue with the floor.
He went on to the walls. The walls were more complicated as he needed to saw in windows and doors. He did his best to follow the instructions to the letter and get the best results possible.
As he was sawing away, there was a tug on one of his fishing lines. He immediately dropped the saw and ran to the stream. He grabbed the pole, and luckily for him, a fish was stuck there—he could see it through the clear water.
Without hesitation, he pulled the fish out. It flung into the air and landed on the ground. It struggled and flopped into the air, almost falling back into the water, but Aric stopped it before it could.
The fish struggled more and more until finally, it could no longer move, and it died. Aric picked the fish up and looked at it.
He was no fish expert, but he had done some shopping himself, and he had bought freshwater fishes, and this looked like a trout. It was around twelve inches long, which meant it was edible.
The only difference was the gold line that stretched along both sides. He wasn't sure if this was really edible, but he was willing to give it a try.
Just as he was observing the fish, there was another pull on his pole. He ran to the second pole and quickly pulled it out. This time the fish put up a good fight, but it was easily overpowered by Aric.