Abhiti's pov.

I have no idea why I'm here again. All I do is hand is hand out swords to clueless noobs who are probably going to get themselves killed the moment they step out of the Soul Forest. What is Tin doing? I hate covering for him. "Well, I guess I'm doing this for Nao." I said with a sigh.

"You're doing what for Nao?" a little and innocent voice called out. I looked left and right and then I remembered that with humans you need to look down. And so I did. And there on the ground was a small girl…I mean really small; she was probably a 10-year-old human. She reminded me of a china doll with her pale skin and how she looked so fragile that she might brake if I dropped her. She had rich blond romance wave hair flowing all the way to her waist giving her a princess-like look. She had big curious amber eyes that were surprisingly filled with intelligence. Her delicate lips were slightly parted as she gazed up at me. "Ummm…welcome to Errin." The girl continued to stare at me. "What's your name?"

"Mari!" The girl shouted. I raised an eyebrow.

"Your name is Mari?"

"No, that's the name of my owl…she's gone!" she said as a small white owl flew out of the Soul Stream and landed on her shoulder.

"Ok…" I said, "What's your name?"

"Ummm…"

"…"

"Elenora."

"…Really?"

"Yeah!"

"It's kinda long…"

"And what's wrong with that?"

"How 'bout I call you Ella!"

"Ella's pretty too!" the girl said trying out the sound of the new nickname. "Ella, Ella, Ella…ELLLAAA!"

"You can stop now…"

"Oh."

Elenora's pov.

When the white flash faded a new scene started to take its place. I was on a hill overlooking a small, charming, town. There were lots of trees tall and proud and chickens and raccoons played tag with each other. Near the place I just appeared from was a girl…a woman…a big woman…I mean HUGE. She was taller than Nao and looked very well-toned. She had her jet-black spiky hair in a long ponytail. Twin scars trailed from the top of each cheekbone down to the jaw line, they were surprisingly very symmetrical. Her piercing red eyes stared off into the distance. She had a scowl on her face and her arms were crossed. If someone else was in that pose you'd think that they look like a 5-year-old brat…but not her. She was so big no matter what pose she was in she looked very mature. She unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips then sighed.

"Well, I guess I'm doing this for Nao," she said kind of gloomily. I walked up to her.

"You're doing what for Nao?" I asked. It seemed too warm for the jacket she was wearing. The thick, blood-red, wool jacket had fuzzy black fur linings on her sleeves and collar. She wore black tightly fitting shorts that looked more like underwear. Under those shorts were thick, red, leather boots that ended at mid-thigh. It took me a while to realize that my staring was probably making her uncomfortable.

"Ummm…welcome to Errin," She said hesitantly, "What's your name?"

"Mari!" I shouted out looking around wildly for my bird.

"Your name is Mari?" She asked as if she didn't believe me.

"No, that's the name of my owl…she's gone!" I explained panicked. When I looked to my right I saw a stone portal, probably where I came from, and I saw a small white owl fly out of the light.

"Ok…" the giant said unsure. "What's your name?"

"Ummm…" I tried to remember…it was…it…was…"Elenora!"

"…Really?" the giant asked as if in disbelief.

"Yeah!" I insisted.

"It's kinda long…"

"And what's wrong with that?" I asked a little hurt.

"How 'bout I call you Ella!" she reasoned. Ella…I liked the sound of that name! I whispered it then chanted it trying to get the feel of this new name.

"Ella, Ella, Ella…ELLLAAA!"

"You can stop now…" the giant said a bit annoyed.

"Oh." I said a bit disappointed. I looked around a little. To the giant's sides laid a sword and a shield. The sword's hilt was black but the blade (which was HUGE) was blood-red. The sword gave the impression that the wielder was probably a fearless warrior. The black shield was very big. It had a red knot-like design that made the shield diamond shaped. I bet she looked ever more intimidating when she was holding those weapons. Anything that attacked her was probably crazy. "What's your name?" I managed to ask.

"I am Abhiti," she said in a low voice, "Only survivor of the great River Tribe."