Chapter 1
I felt a cool breeze ruffle my hair. I was riding through the forest, heading home. Suddenly a gust of wind turned my head down and to the left. At first I didn't see anything, but as I looked closer, I saw someone walking down in the forest. He looked up, into my eyes. His eyes were green and I knew at once, that I had to go down there. I descended into the forest, and as I got closer I started to turn off my hoverer. I landed and struck up a conversation with him.
"Why are you here? I've never seen anyone but me in the forest, and trust me; I come out here often enough to know what's out here." I said
"I live out here but I always stay hidden in the stone ruins," he replied,"I live here because I hate the city. I always have and always will."
"Have you even been in a city before? It sure doesn't look like it to me."
"No, but I've heard stories about it.