A.N.: For this story, the inspiration comes from a fan-made video of a Chinese novel called "Nine Continents: Guide to the Utopia Land- A Lifelong Peace". Again, this is a Wert, I thought of doing some Furt or MiKurt but they didn't fit in. Besides, I changed some of the characters' background. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: All characters' names belongs to FOX, I own nothing but the plot.

Ch. 1 Prologue: The Encounter

This is an ancient land. Over thousands of years, humans had established wonderful civilizations on the south, warmer and more hospitable part of the continent. Hundreds of countries flourish on this fertile land, but they were not peaceful. Among them, two countries were particularly powerful: Daltonion and Adrenika. Wars were common. All the countries were once part of the superpower: Ohia. But when the ruler's tragic death struck the country, the superpower descended into chaos which had lasted for hundreds of years.

Lima Mountains is a huge mountain range that separated the north from the south. Most of it is silvery white peaks towered up into the sky. The lowest point was McKinleia Hills, a flat-topped hill region that was just 1200 metres high in average. The region was covered by a huge area of maple forest. These maple trees were different from the maples we saw, their leaves were silvery white. That's why the forest was also called "Silver Maple Forest". But there was a rumour. In the forest, lived a horrible enchanter who would kill any human wanderers caught within his sight. For thousands of years, countless people had been killed by him. And it is right here, where the story began.

Under the starry night sky, on top of the Wertike Hill, the highest hill in McKinleia Hills, there were two lakes. One large, one small, both were as clear as a mirror. On the smaller pond, a teenage boy with milky white and porcelain-textured skin, hazel hair and a pair of beautiful bluish-greenish brown eyes were having a shower. He leaned against a piece of rock before stepping out of the cool water, dried himself with a white cloth and put on a silvery white robe. On his arms, there were two bracelets full of silver bells. As he gently brushed his hair over his reflection in the pond, the clear voices of the bells were carried by the light breeze and it looked like that the stars could hear it too.

After fixing his face, he started to walk under the trees along the shore, stepping on the fallen leaves, listening to the voice of wind and water. As he walked, dozens of white moths and silver butterflies were disturbed and flew around him. He looked like a fairy descended from heaven.

The scene was peaceful and serene, but suddenly, out of nowhere, rang the neighing sound of a horse. Then the sound of a waving sword and bushes being hewn could be heard. The boy grew alert as the disturbance got closer to him. The moths and butterflies flew to the nearest trees. Finally, a black horse appeared from his left. On the back of the horse, sat a handsome, muscular, black-haired young man with a pair of black eyes. He was holding a sword which was shining under the faint moonlight. The two stared into each other, the black and the bluish-greenish brown iris met.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The pale boy asked coldly. "Haven't you heard about the rumour that any trespassers to the Silver Maple Forest cannot get out the McKinleia Hills alive?"

The young man didn't answer his question, he just said, "Though it is a mid-summer night, it is still cool here. Young man, you're walking on barefoot, beware of catching a chill."

"You're not afraid?" The pale boy asked emotionlessly, studying the young man's facial expression.

"Why should I be afraid?" The young man asked calmly.

"Hearing you said such a thing," The pale boy said, "I don't want to kill you anymore.

"I needed to go to the city of Hummonica but I lost my way." The young man said calmly and politely, "Would you mind pointing the way to me?"

"You go along the shore of this lake, then you will find a creek, we called it Klaine. You followed the creek and you will get out of the forest."

"Thanks for your help. Mister." The young man said and he left, leaving the boy behind.

"It's not like you, Kurt." A high-pitched voice rose from the boy's side as a figure materialized next to the boy, revealing a girl with dark skin.

"Mercedes." Kurt said. "How long have you been stalking?"

"I'm not stalking." The girl said. "I was walking by the shore when I saw you talking to that young man. I thought it was weird of you sparing his life 'cause you used to kill any human you see."

"Well, I didn't feel like to kill as I just had my bath not so long ago." Kurt said calmly, "I didn't want to stain my newly-washed clothes with blood."

Kurt was not human, he was a Spirit formed from water, light and wind. There were more Spirits like him living in the Silver Maple Forest. Kurt was one of the eight most powerful Spirits in the forest. The other seven were Brittany, Rachel, Santana, Quinn, Mercedes, Tina and Lauren. Kurt was the only male Spirit in the McKinleia Hills but he was somehow treated as the leader because he was born from and had the ability to control one of the five fundamental elements of the universe: Water. Spirits were good singers and dancers too. Their voices and dances symbolized the essence of natural beauty. Yet, they didn't understand the emotions of human. They didn't understand love, nor hate. Their eternal youthful faces were as quiet as a stagnant pond.

The young man followed the Klaine Creek and managed to leave the forest, back to the city of Hummonica, but his couldn't stop thinking the angelic boy he met in the forest.

"Wes!" The young man heard another male voice called. He turned and saw a blonde male came towards him, "Thank goodness. You're back. We thought you might get lost in the Silver Maple Forest."

"I'm fine, Sam." Wes answered. "I did get lost in the forest but a kind young man helped me out."

Just then, the figure of that boy appeared again. Shoving the angelic figure aside, Wes Montgomery went into the castle, where he was greeted by his friends. He was a General for the two major military troops in Daltonion: Warblers and New Directions, but all of his soldiers treated him as their friend.

Little did he know that his fate was already tied with the boy he met in the forest at the moment their eyes met and their lives were about to have dramatic changes.

TBC…

A.N.: Okay. After racking my brain for several days, the first chapter is done. Review please.