He stole away in the dead of night to the neighboring village. He'd been told all his life that they were evil, uncivilized brutes with green hair and odd rituals that were damnable and otherworldly.It wasn't that he didn't believe the elders, it was just that he hadn't ever SEEN anyone with green hair. If the other village was completely populated with green haired heathens, he would have thought he'd have seen one by now, especially since he was one of the scouts and hunters for his village.
He crept silently through the forest that separated the two villages, with only the moonlight to guide him. Hearing a twig crack to his right he drew his dagger from its sheath and waited. He heard another, this time closer and he leaped out from his hiding spot and tackled them to the ground. He reared back ready to strike when the moonlight fell on the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. Alabaster skin and golden hair glistened as he quickly freed her. "Forgive me...Are you hurt?"
She was staring at him, just as blatantly as he was staring at her. "Oh...yes I am fine. I...are you from the um...red village?"
"Red village?" he asked confused, "If you mean the one on the far side of this forest...then yes I am."
"Hmm...So you don't have red skin and purple hair with jagged claws and teeth."
He chuckled softly, "No..obviously not. And you do not have green hair."
She blinked, "Um no..."
He sighed, "So...our villages have been fighting forever over a lie? or twenty?"
"Apparently."
"I KNEW IT...I am in these woods all the time. there is no way I would have missed a green haired heathen."
Her laughter was a beautiful trilling song to his ears. "I have often thought the same things. I come here to gather berries. I feel sure I would have noticed purple hair and red skin."
He laughed too then as he nodded his head. "I am Logan."
"Reah."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Reah. How can we put an end to this nonsense?"
"Well...you could come to my village and I can go to yours and prove that we are all the same. It would be a good start I think."
"Agreed. I will come with you now...if there would be someone to see me. And you can come with me in the morning." She led the way back to her village and he would see that no one had green hair at all. And she came back with him in the morning and she saw that there were no people with red skin and purple hair or sharp teeth. No one knows how the stories started or why, but they now live in peaceful cooperation.