I jogged through the meadow trying my best to not lose the contents of my luggage. When I returned to the willow tree, Sensei Baker was already there, studying a massive book with a cover made of bark and pages yellow and worn of age. Next to him was a doe with a huge linen sack on its back. He looked up from his book, smiled and waved me to come over. I walked towards him without disturbing the flowers behind me.

"Aust, the place we are going to is extremely far away. On another continent actually. So we're going to use a very powerful spell to get there." I nod intently. "This spell is called the Word of Recall. It is one of the Power words," solemnly spoke Sensei Baker. "There are five power words in total. The Word of Stun, Blind, Kill, Chaos and Recall. To cast this spell, you only need to whisper one word. It is against Druidic law to use the other four Words of Power. That is why Aust, if you ever meet a magic user with immense experience and knowledge, that you should use extreme caution. Now, are we ready?"

"Oh, yes. Of course Sensei."

"Well then, prepare yourself…Rückkehr!"

I saw a flash of white, hot light. No longer were we in the meadow but in a huge forest.

"This lovely forest is the domain of Gifvala. She loves visitors, as she gets none. She'll probably be more than happy to allow us to train here."

"Why didn't you ever bring me to this place before?" I said, admiring the lovely scenery.

"Because, I only recently acquired the Word of Recall spell from the Arch Druid."

I go on my knees and crawled up to the stream directly in front of us. The water was cool, crystal clear and calm. I looked down and saw tiny minnows slipping through the folds of the water as if they were flying.

"This is quite the place. I have spent forty-six years here, training and moveing up the ranks of druidism. I never have been tired of it."

We passed many magnificent formations of rocks and trees. Sometimes the rock and trees were intertwined to make a complex and beautiful masterpiece. We spent some minutes observing a tree that looked twisted at the trunk. As if a large hand turned the topmost branches to create a spiral effect on the bark. "Gifvala must have had the liberty to make some major furnishing decisions," commented Sensei as we looked at a Massive rock, layered with multicolored minerals, all ranging from rough, muddy red to smooth, quartz brown.

We finally stopped our hiking at the most magnificent product of nature I have ever seen. Before us about 100 yards away was the largest tree I swear existing on this plain. I could barley glimpse the topmost branch among the clouds. It's mass boasted much larger than any castle or tower. Its exposed roots were themselves small hills to be walked over. By the look of its rock hard bark, (I could not scratch it) it was white oak (a respected species for the druids).

Sensei answered my gaping mouth and almost utter disbelief as if viewing this tree was common and nothing as awesome. "She's beautiful alright. Hasn't changed in 25 years and still looks as pulchritudinous as ever." Sensei sighed and then marched on with his walking stick, his doe walking beside him. "Come, my bones are tired and my excitement to see my old friend can't bear me to stand here any longer."

We climbed down to a graveled path in-between two, ground embedded roots. Following this path, we came upon a wooden arching door with a leaf shaped door knocker. Sensei clutched the knocker and made three firm knocks upon the door.

Sensei turned his head, smiling, "How would you like to have your own room for a week, Aust?"

Author's Note

I am a beginner. An author in the making, and would appreciate greatly a little review. You can like it or dislike it. All feedback is greatly appreciated and will help me understand how to make better stories. (If you have any criticisms at all, please, please tell me so I can fix them now or in later writings)

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