In Search for Her
he whispered.
From the shadows emerged a group of creatures that seemed to blend seamlessly with the forest’s gloom. They were tall, with skin that shimmered like the surface of a dark pool. Their eyes, glowing with an eerie light, fixed on us with a predatory focus. These beings, whose features were vaguely elfin but marked by an unsettling malice, were clearly guardians of this forest.
One of them, stepping forward with an air of authority, spoke in a voice like rustling leaves, “You carry the Gentian. For what purpose do you seek its power?”