“Lle desiel?” (Are you ready?) When she heard the voice, she was standing still and her eyes constant like she could see far beyond the forest. She only turned her gazes to see the owner of the voice once. Others must have been ready to leave. “Lle merna aut?” (Shall we go?) Reiven paused just for a moment then answered him with her soft melodic voice “Lle auta yeste’” (You go first) Other Elf didn’t like the answer and his eyes get darkened “Mani naa ta?” (What’s the matter?)

I have fought with death itself. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat... But when all about me failed and the end was but a hair’s breadth away, I saw… The light, the truth; a universal parity of existence that shook my very core and burned away my seams… And I was free…