The young magician stumbled backwards, falling onto his back as another tiger appeared to fall out of the sky. It wasnâ€™t as large in size and for a moment he thought it might be a younger tiger, but with a closer look he saw hands where there should have been paws. He was glad to have realized that before it spoke because then he would have been wondering what kind of jungle he was sent into. The new being didnâ€™t seem friendly, though and he considered doing as she instructed, but he was on a mission.<br/><br/>â€œI mean no harm,â€ he said, sitting up slowly. â€œAnd I cannot leave.â€ He was guessing this person was a resident of the forest and usually those types of people were very territorial and even protective of the other living things in the forest. Judging from her eyes, though, he knew she wasnâ€™t just some ordinary tribesman that resided in the jungle. Heâ€™d learned about many races but since he had absolutely no experience with much people, it was hard to actually identify. â€œWho am I kidding,â€ he began saying more to himself. â€œIâ€™m useless! Iâ€™ll never find it. Iâ€™m sorry, father.â€<br/><br/>Giving up was never the plan, especially only after a couple days on this mission. Had he not promised heâ€™d do whatever it takes? He expected danger and adventure and it was actually surprising that he hadnâ€™t run into danger earlier. What he didnâ€™t expect was to be sent out of the forest by the natives. Another thing he did know, though, is that they did not like intruders.