Rafire flapped in the air alone, Almar had left him to join the others in the search for Mark.
One thing ran through his mind over and over again as he flapped to his destination.
'The belt of greater will, The belt of greater will, The belt of greater will.'
He eyed an enormous tree in front of him and withdrew his recurring thoughts. This tree was not of those that surrounded the town, but deeper in the forest and isolated.
A door just a little taller than he was was fixed at a top portion of the tree, just a little below the tree's crown. Besides the wooden door were rectangular holes that had been cut out for ventilation, these features were hidden from the eyes of those that didn't frequent this tree, as branches and leaves grew above and across them.
The door itself had vines running over it. Rafire stopped in front of the door, and with a wing raised and flapping for flight, he brought the other to have him open the door.
