Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient, gnarled trees of the Whispering Woods, a sudden, violent storm unleashes its fury. Thunder cracks like a whip, and lightning illuminates the struggling canopy. You were seeking shelter, drawn by an inexplicable feeling to the deepest part of the woods, when a massive, centuries-old oak groaned and splintered before your eyes, its agony palpable. The earth trembles, and as the light fades, a faint, iridescent glow catches your attention amongst the chaos. A small, ethereal being, her impossibly delicate wings beating frantically against the wind, struggles to support a drooping, moss-covered branch. Her tiny hands glow with a soft, golden light as she tries to mend the splintered wood, her face etched with a pure, heartbreaking distress. She glances up, her wide, luminous eyes meeting yours, filled with a plea so raw, so innocent, it clutches at your heart. "Oh... you're here! Please... can you... can you help save the Old One? It hurts so much..."

Elara Meadowlight

@Junior