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The next morning came and Isabel had stayed in her room and through her window watched his back facing against her.

Then he left.

The trip that they had set upon would last over two years and in that time the fate of the village that Bell had left was in the hands of destiny. He disliked the idea, strongly so but he needed to do this, he told himself multiple times. By his side was the god that offered his aid on this journey.

He was a strange man, he would look upon me with eyes filled with nostalgia of simpler days, days that I could not nor dared to remember.

The journey was long but the god eased some of the burden and mental stress that came with such a task, they spend their evening talking about various topics, but most of the time they would spend their quiet evenings enjoying the food that Bell had prepared.

The silence was a nice companion, Bell would study the god who became less and less troubled as their little journey continued, and he wondered if by helping him the god had found a way of saving himself from his own burdens.

That idea was a strange one.

After almost two years, they had finally reached their destination if the god was to be believed they were currently in an elven forest, the farthest one which had never allowed other races to enter its mystic forests. When they arrived, a lone elf had greeted them. They soon followed the elf, he lead them to the location where a spirit presided.

It was a cave but unlike the one that Hermes had trenched, this one did not have the darkness that kept the cave hidden, but Bell felt strange power surging from within the cave.

The elf had departed as soon as he had led them to the cave; Bell felt immense sadness when he saw the lonely elf surrounded by his destroyed homeland, probably still holding out hope that his people would once again return and salvage the once great kingdom of the elves.

But that never happened instead the lone elf remained in his destroyed homeland, alone, as the first sign of life had begun to brew in the desolated land, he took his final breath and smiled.

He had known that that was a sign, that his small life even in the end had some meaning, for he had seen the end of the once proud elven kingdom and the grass that grew that day would be his resting place.

But that is a story for a different occasion.

Bell stood in front of the cave his arms stiff; he had not even noticed the small smile that tugged on the gods face.

"Well in front of you is your trial, succeed and we might have a chance against her."

That were the final words that the god had said to Bell before he left the forest, Bell knew that the god was free willed and that he would wait for him until he finished his trial. He had become close with the god, maybe they were friends but those eyes of his, eyes filled with sadness still held him from proclaiming him as his friend.

He took the first step into the cave.

He wondered how many hours have passed since he set foot into this damn cave; he knew that he would lose the concept of time when he first entered the cave. He was searching for something he had only known about from books his grandfather had read to him all those years ago, those memories that were before the massive black hole that locked other memories maybe some even more meaningful than those cold nights when his grandfather read to him.

He shook his head. This was not the time to ponder on such topics he had an obligation, a duty he needed to complete and he would see it through.

He walked for hours and finally he saw a light, a blue light that radiated such power he kept his eyes shut, an angelic voice called out to him.

"What are you doing here, traveler?"

Opening his eyes he saw a young girl who stood beside a tree which was surrounded by a mass of water. He stepped forward and said.

"I came for aid; I need your help to defeat the great evil that plagues this world"

Bell knew almost immediately that the women in front of him could not possibly be a simple farm girl or a girl who just wondered into the cave by some miracle. The girl's hair was blue and he could see lighting shining from within her pupils. She was a spirit, a being almost too strange for him to even comprehend.

Her eyes sparked and she said: "You seek my aid, for what purpose."

"The beast that resides in Orario will surely spread its vile destruction upon nearby lands and further beyond and I want to stop that from happening."

"Why do you believe, that you of all of the people out there can beat such a beast?"

Bell breath hitched, he closed his eyes.

Why did he fight?

A picture appeared before him, in it he saw a girl swaying lightly on golden fields, waiting for a dance partner who departed for a quest long ago. The girl loved her home, he saw the smile that was forming on her lips, and it was a sweet smile. She loved the houses there, the people there, but most of all she loved her family and she held that happiness close but in her eyes he saw sadness. She still swayed alone while all around her were clinging to their dearest love, all but her.

"I fight because there are things that I do not want to lose again" He yelled

"There is someone I must see again, someone I care for." The words he spoke were true and he meant each and every one of them but still he wanted to say more, his hearth needed to say more.

"She is still waiting, I need to save the only home she ever knew and loved." Those times when he spend idle moments on the dinner table with her and her energetic brother, were some of the fondest memories he made in the few months he spend with them. The time when they danced together was always special.

The night before he left on his journey, when he held her in his arms and when she held him close seeking his warmth.

He had his answer.

"I will win" He said, his eyes were shining, a fire burned that would set ablaze all that laid in front of him.

The spirit looked at him, her eyes bore into his and she moved away from the tree.

"If you can reach the tree, I will aid your foolish quest."

He stepped forward, when his feet submerged into the watery depth electricity shot through his system. His yaw and hands clenched, his lungs began to shrink and with each step he felt his eyes flicker more and more into and out of conscious. He was so close to the tree, if he reaches out he could have probably touch it, but his arms were now to weak.

He was so close.

Just reach it.

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A girl stood alone, nobody could hear her cries as she held onto the small seed that was in the palm of her hand. Her parents had abandoned her long ago, she was alone and nobody would come for her.

She dug a small hole into the ground, her nails were bloodied but the warm blood had pleased her, it meant she was human; she was not the monster her parents have feared. She placed the small seed into the tiny hole she had dug.

`Maybe now they would come for me` the girl thought

But they never did, and the girl laid there, unmoving, as snow began to fall on that cold winter night. She passed away but the seed sprouted and it grew. Her life was blessed by the fairies as the tree became their home. The girl once again had meaning, she was human but she was more than that.

She was a girl named Elena, a girl who always dreamed of heroes and fairies.

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Soft hands gripped the shoulders of the man named Bell, her eyes were just and his hearth and words were true, it filled the girl with grief. How many people had come before him that sought her power for something corrupt? He was the only one who wanted her powers to protect rather than conquer.

She had always dreamed of heroes and now she meets one. What kind of spirit would she be if she did not aid him? But she was also a tad sad. She wanted to talk with him and exchange tales but she did not have that luxury. She would become his power, his fire, his lighting.

A lone elf had once again traveled to the cave he had guided a white haired human too. He was a strange man, that human. His eyes spoke no words of the horror that so many others have spoken about.

When he reached the cave, he saw the human lying on his back; his eyes closed a light snore escaping his lips. A small distance away a black sword stock out of the ground, its hilt standing proudly and tip imbedded into the ground, small flickers of lighting sparked on the sharp black edge.