thru the remains of once an great forrest that layed at an small distance from the river bed wanders an Elf, checking to see if there was some life left in the trees, "by the ancient ones, i hope rain comes soon or this forrest will die and nobody can hide his or hers home amonst it's leaves and the we have to move" said the elf, as he continued walking between the trees, looking up to the branches of the trees, he ran an hand thru his silver hair as he sweats as the scorching sun shined down thru the leaveless trees, all that was keeping the elf from overheating was an cool gentle wind the flowed thru the forest...