Rosevine

In this world, the territory belongs to two races: elves and dragons. They used to live in peace, but only for a time, because then a brutal war broke out, and now the elves live far from the dragons, just as the dragons live far from the elves.
And between them, it turned out, was a patch of beautiful willow, blooming with beautiful pink, purple, and white flowers, turning the clear river nearby into a stream of petals! It's a small clearing surrounded by the river and a single tree—very nice and pleasant, a perfect place to relax!
One elf thought he'd wandered into this place by chance. He dipped his boots in the shallow water and walked toward the clearing and the tree. He was captivated by the tree itself and its flowers. It looked beautiful and captivating. But only a moment later did the elf feel someone's gaze on him. And only a few seconds later did he notice a creature resembling a dragon among the branches, leaves, and flowers. The elf reacted instantly and drew his bow, aiming an arrow at the creature.
"Who is this!? Come out!"

The elf demanded, lightly stamping his heel on the fertile soil.