The wind blew with a vigorous intent as the pine trees swayed in an unrealistic fashion. As if some benign force was warping the land, coaxing some strange magics beckoning to its very whim. The autumn weather along with the orange sunset was a rarely visited sight in the wilderness of this forgotten land. Strange markings amongst many trees and boulders littered the landscape in random patches of forlorn intent. As if the tenants were warning outsiders to be aware of the area. Creatures vile and benevolent of the forest would remain outside of this vast perimeter for they themselves knew by instinct its flourishing mystery.
The wind continued to blow as if calling to a name, the trees themselves almost bowing in respect. A warm wind for the end of the year which was rather unusual with the setting sun. Howls were heard outside of the perimeter as a pack of wolves ran by taking but a moment to watch the interesting sight. As the sun continued to set above the mountains it shown a brilliant light as it pierced into the forest floor reveling a small clearing devoid of plant life. The wolves franticly scampered off whimpering, instinct driving them out of the area. The sun continued to shine in this spot almost as if time has stopped for this very moment.
The wind ceased suddenly and a long sigh as if the earth itself was exhausted was let forth from the sky. In that moment, the sun refused to set any further as gleaming crystalized rain descended onto the illuminated patch of ground set forth by the un setting sun. They fell with godly speed as if the land was sucking its power to itself thirsting for its unwavering treasure. It quickly plummeted from the sky right onto the bare patch of ground with an almost barely audible thud as it collided.
The sight was seen by a local druidic fae tribe as a few members hollered and ran toward the falling shards of light. Upon reaching the clearing they stopped abruptly as they took notice of the forbidden clearing with the strange markings. The elders eyed the younger members of the tribe as they braced themselves for what was about to transpire. A crippled old woman appeared, blind to the world but awoken to her spiritual inklings inched towards the front of the clearing and took a step towards one of the marking on the trees. Looking back to the tribe she smiled and pointed her finger to the path of dirt devoid of life. For their sprouting was a growing cocoon of green and white.
She hobbled over to the clearing unraveled by the ill omen of the area knowing her sense of direction almost perfectly. Taking a moment, she stepped into the devoid clearing with the cocoon having slight trepidations of what to expect. Placing her hand on the cocoon she felt a sense of warmth and longing coming from its interior.
“Welcome to the mortal plane astral walker.” She whispered to the cocoon with a rough graveled voice. “Why were you sent I wonder.” Finishing as she took her hand off and watched as a light paced inside the cocoon as if a growing heartbeat. Looking up at the sunset she noticed time return to normal as its light facades behind the mountains leaving the land in twilight with the dimly light cocoon before her.