In a grand forest that has stood thousands of years, a small crack was created and a young man fell from it toward a stream. The stream carried him from one bank to another until he reached a meadow where his body was picked up by a few creatures.
These creatures weren't big in stature, all looking to be five feet tall with a thin build. Not only that, they had pale green skin with humanoid features. Leaves and roots sprung out of their heads, making them anything but human.
These creatures called themselves the druids, an ancient race that protected the forest and made sure it thrived despite the calamities. As they saw the young man, their eyes lit up as they hurried to carry him back to their village.
The road was long and the swinging made the young man open his eyes. A set of golden eyes, unfocused, sought to understand where he was and why his body felt so heavy.
