Cellious woke with a start, an odd feeling rippled through him, like lighting through a body. The near by forest was under siege, but more importantly the well was in danger of being destroyed. The window in his room lay open, as he jumped through it perfectly flipping and landing on the ground. The moment he hit the ground, he whistled. The thundering of his horses hooves sound like angels had begun to dance across the sky. Swinging himself onto the horse as it approached him, he called his bow and quiver from the spirits as he rode to Myrthwood.<br/><br/>Already in the distance smoke could be seen, which enraged him even farther. Seeing a dragon, with a man riding it, he grabbed his bow and chanted before shooting at the dragon. The arrow shot forwards with a tail of gold and silver behind it, lighting up the surrounding area. But the arrows mark was true, piercing itself in the side of the larger dragon, with a note written in elvish. "The forests will not be toyed with, do not come back and harm another tree."<br/><br/>Riding to the foot of the forest, the trees seemed awake and blocking all entrances, but sensing who had arrived almost bowed and stepped aside for him. They knew who the guardian of the well would be ages ago.  "Elecsianna, wait here. I must travel on foot now." He spoke to his horse and he slid from her side. Speaking in elvish he spoke to the trees, "Please protect her, she is one of my few friends. I must tend to the Well of the Moon." With that, he walked into the forest.<br/><br/>Every tree seemed to open a path for him, as he walked slowly through the forest, his green eyes glowed as he saw the faces of the ancient trees. Many tendrils and roots moved towards him in a form a defense but as they neared, they sensed who he was and rand their roots gently across him, giving him their blessing for being here. It wasn't that long after he started his walk, that he saw another in front of him. Quickly he moved to the persons side. It was a female elf, which surprised him a bit. Speaking in elvish, he looked at her with his glowing eyes. "What has happened here? who are you? Are you the guardian of the Well?" He was brimming with questions to ask, but thought differently as he pulled out a piece of silk and carefully dried the tears from her eyes.