Awakened by the chirping of birds outside, Ed sat up in bed.
He still felt as if he hadn't completely woken up.
Last night's dream was strange, as though someone was whispering in his ear, uttering words he couldn't quite catch.
Fortunately, he was already accustomed to such things.
The wind of Mourning Wood City always carried whispers; it was said that the clearer one could hear them, the stronger their affinity with the Wind Element was.
Once promoted to a Fifth Level Ranger, one would earn the favor of the wind and inherit the valuable legacy of all the powerful rangers from those mumbled murmurs.
But with his meager strength, he was destined to miss out on such fortunes.
After a simple wash, Ed stepped out of the treehouse and leapt down nimbly.
His hands instinctively hooked onto a tree branch and with a light swing, he seemed buoyed by the wind as he landed on the soft grass.
