The very next moment he felt lumps under his sprawled out body, his hand clasping the sword. His eyes opened to see rays of light through a roof of swirly branches. The absolute silence was something rather unusual to Noah, being from a noisy part of London. It slightly scared him. He sat up, rubbing his back, the lumpy roots hurting his body. Well on his legs, he turned in an effortless try to locate the place. All that he could see was abnormally large trees, odd looking to the shape. Everything had a color of dark blue or green. He kept turning with the feeling of panic growing within him. When he had turned a couple of times he saw something. He jumped when he realized he was no longer alone. Leaned to one of the trees stood a woman with an amused smirk on her full lips. She was dressed in a long, snow-white robe dress. Her wavy hair, silvery blond, framed her beautiful face and cascaded down her body. Her icy blue eyes held a spark of amusement as she watched Noah’s confused face. Around her head something that could only be described as a crown or a diadem was sat. It was made in the purest of silver, holding stones, very similar to little drops of ice, in the elegant middle piece. It winded around her head in small branches. She gave out a small laughter before giving up the position against the tree. 

“The chosen one” Her voice was calm and serene and it held a hint of contentment. She walked in circles round him, eying him thoroughly. “What may this young champions name be” The woman asked as she stood in front of him.

“N-Noah” He stuttered, still confused by the whole situation. As the single word was pronounced a small wind swept over the forest, causing the ageless woman’s hair to lift from her shoulders and sweep around her head. That little action revealed her ears, her pointy ears. All of the stories told by the old men from home came rushing back. They were stories about beings, more beautiful than any man, their skills with the bow and reading the signs of nature. She was an elf. He widened his eyes in chock, all of the happenings today had been odd, but this one took the prize by far. Elves were only characters in myths and stories told in the late hours of night, they were not real, it could not be. She seemed to be bypassed by his reaction as she seemed as chocked as him, if not even more.

“The sign. You are in fact the chosen one.” She breathlessly said, impression holding her voice. “We have to get you to the Headquarters… quick come with me!” She spun around, rapidly leaving the spot they had met. Noah hurried after, trying to keep up with the towering elf’s speed.

“Wait” He cried out “What’s your name?” He ran up beside her.

“Gayhla”

A little calmed by having a little more information about the whole situation he tried to keep up with Gayhla. He was still confused over the top but he figured there was no reason to reflect over that now. He assumed he would get more knowledge about the situation once they got to the headquarters, and if that was the case he wanted to be there sooner than possible.

They quietly paced through the mighty forest. Noah caught himself scanning the surroundings, looking to see something that told him that there was something normal about the situation. He jumped as a pair of eyes met his in the darkness. His heart almost stopped. As he looked down the creature’s body he realized the body was intertwined with a tree. This creature was a dryad. The dryad was not the only thing crossing Noah’s gaze, other small goblins crossed their path, one particularly small one stopped and barked at them for making such noise. Noah had thought they had been completely soundless. They passed a small pond, with small ferries floating on leaves. They glowed in different colors matching their hair, wings and clothes. They all spoke in high pitched voices, giggling a lot.

“Hello Gayhla” They spoke in quire and giggled directly after. Gayhla smiled at them as she took a step over a bit of the pond.

“Who are you?” One of the fairies asked. She left a trail of glitter as she flew up to eye level. She was not bigger than his middle finger and glowed in a purple light. As she waited for his answer her heat tilted to the left, purple locks falling from her head.

“I’m Noah” He answered.

“Noah… Hmph, odd name” She stated as she returned to the colorful group of constantly giggling fairies. Her behavior reminded Noah of a child, honest and unembarrassed. Gayhla laughed at her reaction; causing Noah to stumble over a rock in embarrassment.

 They continued their journey and for everything odd he saw he unknowingly tightened his grip around the golden sword. He realized his knuckles were pale white and he had no feeling in his hand left so he took it in his left hand instead. After a while the trees grew more scattered and as they left the forest behind them a small, decayed cabin, covered with moss and dead creepers appeared. Gayhla bent down to be able to enter the small house. In confusion Noah followed her. The interior was as he expected, old and broken. There was bed, a table and a couple of chairs just beside the open fire.

“Why are we here? Weren’t we going to the HQ?” Noah asked, to curious to keep quiet.