Luca was finally walking down the quiet forest pathway, the moonlight filtering through the canopy above, painting streaks of silver across the moss and roots beneath.
After the chaos of the day it was finally peaceful and he wanted nothing more than to find that same old tree he had slept under the previous night.
"Maybe I should try a different tree tonight." He thought aloud, amused. "Sample them all. See if they feel different, some comfier, some with better views…"
But just as he reached the clearing, a voice suddenly called out behind him.
"Hero! Hero, where are you going?"
He turned around, blinking in surprise, and saw two elves running toward him—one with chestnut-brown hair that swayed like silk, the other with bright reddish locks tied loosely behind her back.
The one with brown hair—Alia reached him first, slightly out of breath.
"It's so late—where are you headed all by yourself?"
