As he opened his eyes, Jathalos could see he was in some kind of grove. It
was, however, unlike any grove he had ever seen before. The trees were all
purple, and he realised he couldn't see the ground. It was covered by a
strange misty mass, as he reached down to feel the ground, he realised that
he was walking on this mass.
He looked around for the owner of the voice he had heard before, there was
noone to be seen.
He stood up and began to make his way out of the grove, searching for some
trace of civilisation.
"Please dont leave" It was the same soft voice, now it was right behind him
"I'm so awfully lonely up here by my self".
Jathalos turned around and looked up, there was nothing to be seen.
"No you big dummy, downhere" the voice called out, in an almost playful
manner.
Jathalos looked down to see a tiny maiden. No more than a foot high, she
had slightly elven properties, but she was even more lithe and graceful.
From her back, two marvellous butterfly wings rose, shimmering with color.
"Who are you" Jathalos asked, as he sat down on the ground (or whatever it
was).
"I am Simathinsadoralithadisono Amadorasogethoylamaneri
Caimaretodagotherimado, but if you prefer, just call me Sima. I am one of
the last fairies left in the world, and the guardian of the grove of Aidon"
"I have never seen a fairy before" Jathalos said ""Why are there not many of
you?" Jathalos stood up again and walked over to a tree, examining the bark.
"Well you see my friend" said Sima "We fairies do not eat. We are sustained
by beauty and love. And the world today is full of uglyness and bloodshed,
so most have fled. But I am quite safe here on my cloud island".
Jathalos froze "Did you say CLOUD island? As in island up in the clouds
where you cannot get away form?"
"Dont worry" the fairy flew over and hovered in front of his face, "every
week or so, a group of pegasi come here to give me news. I'm sure they would
be more than happy to assist the fabled Azborn."
"Azwhat?" Jathalos was puzzled, forst saviour of some tribe of minotaurs,
and now a strange title. He had had legends enough already.
"I have to go now" said Sima, and the she began fading from view. "If you
have any more questions just ask Aidon".
"Just ask Aidon" thought Jathalos. "Yeah right, like the god of travelers
and knowledge would stoop to answering questions from some petty thief. Even
one as great as me." Jathalos walkedto the center of the grove. "What did I
do to deserve this? all i ever wanted was to have a bit of excitement" he
thought to himself.
"You were born my child". The voice sounded immensely old and incredibly
wise. And for some reason Jathalos was convinced that it had been inside his
head. He lept to his feet.
"Who's there" he called out threateningly, reaching for his dagger. Only to
find it gone.
"You will not need your weapons here in my grove" the voice said, my power
will protect you.
"Aidon??!!" Jathalos was paralysed, but no more so then he threw himself to
his knees "Please forgive me great lord, I have been unwise and.."
"Silence" the voice demanded gently "you are a mortal, you need not
apologise for the foolishness that we gods have given you."
"Can you help me" Jathalos didn't know where to look as he spoke so he chose
the largest of the strange trees. "It seems I must find some pool of the
fallen, as the god of knowledge you must know where it is?"
"My child, tsk tsk" the voice sounded disappointed "You know I cannot
interfere directly in the matters of mortals. If I were you, I would seek
the advise of Tara Dragonchild. The halfdragon. She has travelled and seen
most of the world, and if any mortal knows where the basin is it would be
her."
"Thank you great Aidon" Jathalos was sincerely humble. A god, a real true
god had just spoken to him. He decided to rest against one of the trees, he
knew that Aidon would approve of a weary traveler resting in his grove. Now
all he had to do was wait for those unicorns to arrive.
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