So this is my entry for the 1000- word short story that has to use "Quick! Hide behind the sofa." Without everything in this paragraph, it hits exactly 1000 words :D

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So, I met a pretty cool girl today. Despite the fact she was a 173 year old faerie warrior and multiple things tried to kill us, I think we really hit it off.

I was just walking through the forest in my backyard, hoping for a clear mind, when I saw something odd. It was shaped like a couch, but it blended in with the dense forest surrounding it. The 'couch' looked like it was made of wood and dirt, and vines had grown around it, some alive and green while others were brown and shriveled. They wove around it and made the sofa look like it was naturally part of the forest, although as far as I knew that wasn't possible.

"Step away from the couch and maybe I'll let you live."

I turned to the voice, taking a small step away from the couch. A girl stood there, about my age, and she was unearthly beautiful. Her hair was light brown, with leaves woven into it, and she wore ancient looking armor. Along with her interesting appearance, she had two almost translucent wings coming from her back, and adorning them were spirals that wove to make the most incredible piece of artwork I had seen.

Also, she was aiming an arrow right at my head.

"Hello," I said, hoping she would aim the arrow elsewhere.

She didn't. "What are you doing here?"

"Walking through my backyard. And you?"

"Threatening a human that has entered my home."

It took me several seconds to realize she was talking about me.

"Oh, sorry," I said, scratching my neck. "I, er, like your house?"

But the faerie girl didn't thank me for the half-hearted compliment. Instead, she started smelling the air and turned to point her arrow towards the woods.

"What are you-"

"Shut. Up," she whispered.

"But-"

"Be quiet or I'll kill you."

So I was silent, and she continued to sniff the air and watch the woods. I didn't see anything besides trees and vines, but she apparently did.

Finally, she turned back to me and said, "There's a wolf about fifty feet away from here, and it wants to kill me."

"Why?" I asked, my voice no louder than a whisper.

She sighed. "Let's just say the wolves and I don't get along very well."

"Is it a werewolf?"

"What? Of course it's not a werewolf! What type of idiot would think that werewolves actually exist?" she whisper-yelled at me.

"Are there other faeries around here? And, why do they make you live on such a dirty couch?"

"Will you just stop asking questions? Goodness, I forgot how annoying humans are."

I tried not to take her comment personally.

"Just wait until my command. And don't say another word, or else I'll shoot this arrow right through your miserable little head."

So, trying to stay silent, I just nodded. 

She went back to facing the trees, pulling back her bow again. I saw she had an entire quiver of arrows strung across her back, along with a sword. Along with that, there were countless daggers hanging from her belt.

I was pretty sure she could handle one wolf.

But, as soon as I thought that, she muttered something in an ancient language and lowered her bow.

"There are three wolves, each around thirty feet away."

I gulped, not sure if this would end up well for either of us. Even though she had numerous weapons, she was still outnumbered, because I was positive I wouldn't be able to help much. I didn't know how to use any of her weapons, and I was too slow to run away.

"They're fifteen feet away."

She slung her bow across her back and grabbed two daggers instead.

"Take my sword from my back. You need to fight." Her voice didn't have the annoyed tone it had earlier, instead she sounded like a general giving a command to her soldiers. 

So, I walked up to her, grabbed the hilt of her sword, and pulled it out of her quiver, making sure not to damage her fragile-looking wings. The sword looked as old as her armor, and the design trailing down it was similar to the one on the faerie girl's wings. It felt awkward in my hands, the grip was made for someone with smaller hands and more muscles than me.

"To your right!"

I hesitantly looked to the right, my heart was beating too fast and I could hear blood rushing through my ears. Sure enough, there were two feral, yellow eyes looking right at me.

"Quick! Hide behind the sofa," she yelled.

I did, leaping over the vine-encrusted sofa and squatting behind it, the sword shaky in my hands. I heard her jump towards the wolf, and its faint whimper. I assumed she stabbed it.

"There's one right in front of you!"

There was another wolf in front of me, its blue eyes watching my every move. I didn't think about how faerie girl knew where the wolves were before we saw them, only that the wolf was lunging right at me, its claws aimed at my heart.

So, I did what my natural instinct told me to do, and swung the sword right at it. And, to my surprise, it cut the wolf's head right off.

"Nice, now come help me!" she screamed, the two remaining wolves looking at her like the predators they were.

I jumped over the couch and did exactly what I did with the other wolf, and yet again it was a clean beheading. At the same time, she launched her two daggers into the third wolf's side, then, inhumanly quick, grabbed her bow and shot it right in the eye.

The faerie girl looked at the three dead wolves around us, gaping at the sight.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Micheal Brozenbade. And you?"

"Aderyn Wrethiol." And then she did by far the most surprising thing that I saw all day.

She bowed.

"My Prince."