So here if chapter four! I am sorry I am late but... whatever! XD
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"Damn it!" Harry curses as he lost track once again. He had been out in the Endless Forest for a week now, he had been pursuing an elf for a couple of days but the elf had managed to lose him twice already. He remembered that Tonwen had said that the masters of the forest only taught to those who manage to catch them or the ones they deemed worthy.

Harry sighed and started to go back, he soon found his way back on track. Every time he had gotten close he had become too eager and lost the trail.

"Not this time", Harry growled. He was becoming very frustrated. It was hard to track an elf and at the same time trying to survive in the forest. A lot of dangerous creatures lurked inside the maze of trees and buses. Last time he lost track it was because he had run into a grumpy earth element. It had chased him for quite a while before giving up.

Another thing Tonwen had told Harry before entering the forest was to not hurt any living creature inside. If he did no master would let him catch them. Harry concentrated to follow the trail of the elf he had found. He knew this elf was his future master and he thought the elf knew it too but didn't want to make it too easy for Harry.

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself, he would never find the elf if he let his emotions run freely. He had the feeling the elf left traces on purpose for him to follow, because Harry could not believe a graceful elf would move so clumsy in the forest. Harry was very grateful for this, he sucked at tracking.

Harry continued following the tracks until he reached a river, the water was quick and it looked pretty deep. Still the tracks stopped just beside the shore. Harry frowned. The elf hadn't gone for a swim had he? A sound made Harry spin around. On the rock behind him sat the elf.

The elf studied him from where he sat on his rock. He looked strong and had tribal tattoos over his arms and chest. His black hair hung heavy and framed his face.

"You are not a good tracker", the elf stated. Harry blushed and looked down.

"I know", he muttered. He didn't know what else to say.

"What's your name?" The elf asked.

"Harry"

"Hmm a very human name, are you from the land of four seasons?" The elf asked.

"No I am from the old realm, from earth", Harry explained. The elf rose and jumped down from the stone. He walked up to Harry.

"I am Warlock Brook", the elf introduced himself as.

"Do you wish to become my apprentice?" Harry nodded.

"Yes, I hope you would become my master in the arts of nature magic"

"Very well I accept you as my apprentice, I will teach you to become a hero of the realm of might and magic", the air around them seemed to flicker as the contract was made.

"I accept you as my master and I will stay with you until you deem me ready to become a hero of nature", Harry finished and he could feel his magic flare.

"Stay there until I return", Brook instructed before leaving Harry sitting crossed legged on the ground. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He began to feel for his core, he found the lump of energy inside him and started pulling at it. As he pulled it, it began to expand. Harry became aware of his surroundings even if his eyes were closed. He felt the grass and plants around him. He felt the insects flying, crawling and running around him.

Meditating had become Harrys favorite part of training since becoming Brooks apprentice two months ago. At first Harry had found meditating frustrating and pointless. Now that he had learned to feel the earth he understood the importance. A Nature mage casted spells by borrowing energy from the earth, you had to be able to communicate with the different energies to be able to form them into what you wanted.

When Harry first had realized that no one in this realm used wand other than for casting spells they had not yet mastered he had been baffled, and a bit uncomfortable about stop using his wand. But now he understood that wands channeled his magic but also suppressed it. Also he now understood that his core as any other muscle needed exercise and that a wand made his core lazy.

Back on earth a person's magic usually became weaker with age, here in the realm of might and magic it became stronger. Brook had once told Harry about the necromancers and how some of them had lived thousands of years and was still as powerful as ever. That had intrigued Harry and he had decide that after he finished his apprenticeship he would travel to the land of Souls to find a master who could teach him about death magic.

"Harry", Brooks voice tugged him from his meditation and he slowly opened his eyes. The sun was setting over the mountains. Harry must have been meditating all day and his stomach confirmed by rumbling. Harry rose on shaky legs, Brook was quick in putting his arm around Harrys waist for support.

"Thank you master", Harry said and smiled. Brook had turned out to be a great teacher and good friend. After a long day of training Brook would often take Harry to meet friends or to the many feast held by the elf's in the forest.

"No worries Harry, meditating can be exhausting if you are not used to it. Did you make any observations today?" He asked in his teacher voice.

"Yes, I felt a flower wave in the wind", Harry answered. The first time Brook had asked him if he had made any observations he had thought it had to be big but as time went Harry knew it was all about him sensitive Harry had been. So noticing a squirrel in a tree was easier than noticing an ant and was therefore less interesting.

Those who were masters could notice a flowers growth pattern or feel the slightest temperature change. It may not seem important but by observing nature you can see when the fruits are ready to be picked, if there is a disease starting to spread, if there is a storm coming etc. Also bonding with nature made it easier to cast spells.

"Would you like to dine with me this evening Harry?" Brook asked as they made their way to the elf village Brook lived in, Harry nodded. He still needed support to be able to walk. He would not have had the energy to prepare dinner.

Harry liked living in an elf village, it was very peace full. There was always something to look at, always something new to learn. Even thou Brook were Harry's master the other elf's taught Harry, just different things. Like crafting and singing. Harry had been made to sing on some of the feasts he had been too much to his embarrassment. He also learned the elf language, by speaking the language of the earth spells came more easily.

Brook sat Harry down outside of his cottage and went inside to start preparing their meal. Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. For the first time in his life he had nothing to worry about.

So Harry have a master... who is going to be his... friend? Tell me what you think.

So Harry has now learned medidtation, he is also going to learn herbalism and lastly summoning. He will start summoning annoying little leprecorns and stuff. :P
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