Milo let out a sigh of relief as he peered up into a forest of trees spanning nearly the height of the clouds. He closed his eyes and soaked in the crisp, cold air that washed over his face.
"It's about time", he said whilst glancing towards Marcos.
Marcos was sat on a small stone, swinging his ice burst sword aimlessly as he awaited Milo's next step. Behind him, both Ray and Dark continued their childish squabbling, each of them constantly checking to see if Milo was still in his usual spot.
It had taken 1 month to get here, but finally they had reached it, the border of the elven kingdom. However, straight away all of them could sense it, the overwhelm number of eyes watching their every move, ensuring that they weren't hostile to the forest.
"Well, that explains the lack of housing", Milo said jokingly, looking at his barren surroundings.
