Tristan's eyes snapped open and realized this time he was standing among a group of young elves.
They started to move towards the forest in groups, while Tristan was still disoriented. He tried to make sense of the surroundings
"Why are you standing around, Virtaz?" One of the kids shouted. "Get moving!"
Not wanting to look suspicious, Tristan decided to walk through the crowds and followed them. It was already dark, the stars dotted the skies, and the silvery rays of the moon bathing the surface of the trees. Fireflies dance on the bushes and flit near the tips of his fingers, but Tristan had no mind to appreciate the beautiful place.
"Where am I…? Why am I here?" These questions filled his mind, and he tried to stop and collect himself, but his body kept on moving as if following a script set for him. Tristan's presence was like the boy's subconscious mind. He only has limited influence on the boy.
