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The Forest of the Centaurs

They've finally passed the mountains and the grey plains beanath them and entered the woods. It wasn't like the woods back home, it was much older. The trees whispered of the old, forgotten times, yearning for the time when there were no men and no elves to walked though its blurred beauty. She felt safe here, safest she ever felt from the beginning of their journey. She could feel the unknown power in it. It was powerful and strong, but with some suppressed goodnes. It was a place of fear for those who come with no good intentios. She knew they will have to hurry to leave this oasis as soon as possible and continue on their dark path. Yet her heart longed for a rest among trees, the stories of the wood sang by leaves… it was fall, and the wood vested in a dress of gold, brown and red, with the stream Nessa just noticed like a silver tiara on her head.
She heard a noise and immediately stopped. Her fellows stopped and stood still, as they knew her elven ears hear better then theirs. The sound was familiar, she knew that within a few minutes they will encounter the centaurs. And she wasn't mistaken. Without any warning, they were suddenly surrounded by these magical beeings. Nessa took the role of speaker.
-we mean no harm neither to you neither to these woods. We're just passing.
A centaur with long grey hair singled out of the group. He had blue eyes from which even those who were not failiar with the ways of the Art could feel the magic energy. He stared at her, studying her soul, searching for the way she had chosen. Then he looked at the others.
-nobody passes through without permission.
She glanced at her companions and respond with a peaceful smile
-but it is the shortest and safest way to where we are going.
The centaur was thinking for a minute.
-then you shall follow me to the center of the wood. There it will be decided will you pass or not.
She felt no fear. But it wasn't her mind wich troubled them, she was aware of that. The wizard hasn't chose his belonging yet. His robe had no colors; it was pale grey.



Post je objavljen 08.03.2006. u 12:11 sati.