She was an odd girl. But that was what made her different from the other female humans that Prometheus had seen in his wanderings just that day when going out to get his weapons. She was not like the rest, and there was some sort of spark in kinship that he could feel growing in his heart for her, but just barely. Maybe she felt it too, who knew? However, whatever this tiny flame that had been lit from meeting her and being around her was for, Prometheus knew it had to be something good. Friendship, trust, or something more, it would take time, coaxing, and worthiness for him to completely and fully accept her. But just from the short time he'd spent with her, he could tell she would do whatever it took to get him to open up to her, and in turn, for her to open up to him.<br/><br/>As she answered his question, he almost stumbled slightly from her answer about the Elven kind. A...thousand years?!?! There was...no way that much time had passed! There couldn't be! And yet...he couldn't deny it completely. This place, so very much like the one he'd fought for, to save, and yet, so very different. Humans were everywhere, a city full of them, unlike back then. He felt his heart sink, a pit growing deep inside his stomach, and for a moment he felt like he was going to be sick. But he managed to compose himself and steadies his footsteps, so that they continue on, quietly listening to the rest of what she had to say. It was all very interesting, the insight on what she felt and thought, saying that she really didn't know herself yet. It was odd for Prometheus to hear her say this, as he'd known what his life was to be like since a young age. And that was how it turned out, and for his long, long life, he stuck with the life he was given to by destiny.<br/><br/>After a short while, silence spreading between the two, they eventually reach the edge of the forest. Like every time that Prometheus had come to the place, it gave him a certain feeling of suspense, a chill down his back as his ears strained to pick up a noise. Any noise, anything at all. But it was oddly quiet, and even the birdsong that one could hear in the distance was as if turned on a low volume. For any of normal blood, it would be overwhelming, breathtaking in the amount of magic the very air held within it, and sure enough, when Emory took her first step beneath the dark green canopy, it affected her right away. It wasn't bad, in fact, it was meant to be the opposite. All darkness was wiped away, troubles lifted from struggling hearts, afflicted minds ridden of the burden they were fighting, sickness, sorrow, anger...whisked away to leave one feeling refreshed and anew.<br/><br/>He watched the awe on her face, seeing how overjoyed she was to be there, her excitement practically radiating off of her, and Prometheus couldn't help but to smile softly as well. Spinning around, she looked in a full circle around herself, taking it all in, and Prometheus' thought was how much more awestruck would she get if she actually saw the real deal. This was just the edge of the forest, there was so much more within. "You have not been here?" He asks, looking at her when she stopped spinning, skirting her question about what it was that he needed to check. She would see that in due time.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, he gestures for her to follow him with his hand, and he delves deeper into the forest. Not even twenty feet into the woods, it became darker. If Emory looked back, she would realize that she could no longer see the forest edge, but just an expanse of trees. Even though the Woodlands Elves had been known to be all-welcoming, near the end of the war, they had become more careful, having fallen prey several times to Lurkers who had disguised themselves as innocent travelers. Now, any who wandered into the forests needed to know the path by heart and virtuous mind to be able to escape the labyrinth that was the Treferin Forest.<br/><br/>To Prometheus, he could still sense and pick up lingering trails of aura left behind by the Woodlands Elves, lasting the trials of time. Here and there were the most amazing things that most likely Emory had never seen before. Glowing flowers and mushrooms, some looking to be even bigger than herself. Small holes in the sides of trees that almost looked like doors, but if you looked closer they would disappear. Symbols that had been woven in the bark of the towering trees, rocks that sparkled. And the animals...though they quickly moved out of sight, one could glimpse a deer of all white, with antlers of silver, a large squirrel-like creature that was entirely black with a green eyes and a white swirling mark on it's forehead, and even a large bird that shimmered of all the colors of the rainbow, sparkling as it took off into the canopies.<br/><br/>Every so often, Prometheus would glance over at Emory, to see how she reacted to what was going on. She was probably so absorbed into looking at everything that she wouldn't have even noticed that almost thirty minutes had already gone by since they had entered the forest. They were following a trail that was only in the mind, and Prometheus knew it well. They were almost there, he could tell. The symbols that were sketched here and there were looking more familiar to the handwriting of the young Elf he'd called a friend, and the signs of life were more and more. Of course, everything had a natural feel to it, signs made of branches tied together with vine ropes, small statues and such made out of rocks and tree stumps.<br/><br/>Then, after crossing a bridge that one would mistake to be naturally made, but if looked at closer see that it was carved stone. Moss grew in the cracks of the stone, and all along the riverbed were rocks and gems, some glistening, some dull. Fish scatter away from the sound of footsteps and hide in the shadow of low hanging branches of trees that grew close to the water. Stepping out into a clearing, a huge tree was splayed out in front of them... It seemed to be made of several trees grown and woven together, and within it...a house could be seen. Or rather, the house was made out of the tree. A path, covered in weeds and moss, the stone barely able to be seen, led up to the front door, which was located on the side of the house. It...was still there. It survived. Prometheus rushed forward, feeling the strength of the magic intensify as he tried opening the door, and much to his surprise it was unlocked.<br/><br/>He steps inside and looks around. It was just as he remembered. So unique, made to look like nature, but so very magical indeed.To the left was the living area. A huge bookshelf could be seen in the far corner of the room, at least fifteen feet high, and ten feet wide, filled with books, scrolls, and anything that was written on. A desk was next to it, and there was a leafy couch, a chair, a desk made out of a slab of horizontally cut tree trunk, potted plants that were somehow still thriving, pictures on the wall, knickknacks stacked on shelves, anything one could imagine in a house for a tree elf was there. To the right was the doorway to the kitchen and dining room, but right now, he was more focused on the staircase that led upward. "WEDNESDAY!!!" He called, but he was sure there was going to be no response, so he took initiative and headed up the stairs, not even waiting for Emory to follow, or checking to see if she would.<br/><br/>The stairs led off to another floor, which he stepped onto, though the winding staircase continued upward, towards many more floors. Stronger and stronger, he could feel it... Heading to the room that he knew was Wednesday's bedroom, he pauses, before pushing open the door. His eyes grow wide as he spots him. A young-looking elf with light brown hair that is a bit long in length, it looked to be fluffy and shaggy, the long bangs laying over his face and covering his eyes, which were closed as if he were asleep. He was pale skinned, an extremely innocent looking, thin in structure, with a childish face and sharply pointed ears. He was wearing his usual outfit, a brown long-sleeved tunic with a white and red cover, brown leggings, and boots that looked to be made with what appeared to be a sort of leather that was an off white color.<br/><br/>The window to his room was left open, and the tree branches had grown so much that they had come through to the inside, leaves have fallen off and covered him slightly. Moss and grass grew beneath him on the raised spot he lay, which was his bed, and in his hands and next to him were textbooks of an odd language that even Prometheus didn't recognize. Also, there was his staff with the crystal gem held in the center, which Wednesday used to control his magic. Prometheus went over to his side, and knelt down, reaching down and brushed a leaf off of the young Elf's cheek, looking at him in a way that meant only one thing. He cared deeply for this young Elf, he was a close friend...And he found him. "Wednesday..." He murmured, tucking his head down, not sure whether he felt like laughing, crying, or what.<br/><br/>Prometheus had noticed that Wednesday was breathing, albeit it was very hard to notice, his chest slowly rising and falling. "Awknewe mime nur. Ni begy tye." He stares at the sleeping face, wondering...was this how it was for him too? Why was this happening? He had been for certain that it had been Wednesday who had set that magic on him, which had saved him from being killed...so why was Wednesday still here? Unless...it was something else that he had done.... Sighing, he leans back slightly, taking a deep breath. The truth would only be found out if and when Wednesday woke up. And only then. For the time, he had completely forgotten that Emory was even with him there, too focused on finding his friend.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Translation: Awaken my friend. I beg of you.</span>