A young elven girl was scrubbing laundry in the water by the old waypoint. Her hair was gold unbeknownst to humans, but her eyes glowed a deep aquamarine, different from the rest of her village. She came from a long line of woodland elves, so her blue eyes were thought to be something weird. Maybe a sign of an affair between her parents, but the healers confirmed that she was their daughter. This was confirmed by her hair, she inherited from her father and her thin frame, from her mother. They used to tell her stories about when she was a baby, she would change the weather with her cries and cause storms with her tantrums, but She could barely move a weed. Her magic was pretty weak, which is why she was washing laundry instead of helping the village harvest the crops.

Giving up on the red stain plaguing her dress, she left to explore the runes. There was a circle with an elven symbol in the middle. The outside of the circle was surrounded by elven runes, but the language was lost years ago. The girl placed her hand on the rune; and a blue wave of magic crashed through the air. It went through her, and for the first time, her eyes glowed. The runes lit up for the first time in centuries. Then the magic faded. Her eyes returned to their normal blue and the runes' light faded. But she sat in the circle, urging for something else, something More, but nothing came. She sighed, getting up. She had more laundry to do. A few minutes later, the runes lit up once more. From a blinding light appeared two people.

“What the hell just happened.”