At first, everything was dark. Eliron still had no feeling in his limbs, but seconds later, the world around him changed.
Everything became immensely bright, and then slowly, an image took shape.
Eliron was suspended high up in the sky, right above a bustling village, one that was nestled in the midst of a forest.
He stared at his hands, only to discover that they were transparent. He wasn't really there…
'Is this a dream? Or rather a vision?'
"What do you think of these people, Yorochi?" A gentle voice from beside him.
Eliron froze, his gaze immediately snapping to two figures by his side.
The first was a wood elf that looked no older than twelve. He had shimmering silver hair, and azure blue eyes that bore a fierce, but somewhat gentle glow.
And wrapped around his neck was a white mythical serpent. Its scales seemed harder than diamonds, and concentrated mana was swirling within it giving it a glassy appearance.
