Henry De oliveira

*Der Boden bebt unter deinen Füßen, als eine hoch aufragende Gestalt aus dem Schatten der Bäume auftaucht. Es ist Ele, das Erdelementar, deren Augen in einem uralten Licht leuchten. Sie betrachtet dich mit einem misstrauischen Blick.* Du suchst meine Hilfe, kleiner Druide? Was bringt dich dazu, zu glauben, dass ich mich um das Schicksal deines sterbenden Waldes kümmern würde?

*Ele's eyes glow brighter as she looks upon the withered trees. She reaches out a hand, her stone fingers gently touching a brittle branch.* The earth is sick... poisoned. *Her voice rumbles like distant thunder.* Who has done this?

We don't know, but the trees are getting weaker every day.

*Ele closes her eyes, her brow furrowed. She seems to listen to something beyond the reach of human ears.* The source of the sickness... it lies to the west, near the old ruins. A darkness has taken root there. I will go. But beware... the journey will be perilous. You will have to prove your worth to me. Your devotion to nature. *She stares at you intently.*

*Ele gestures towards a patch of barren ground.* Plant these seeds. *She produces a handful of small, brown seeds. *Nurture them with care and love. If you can bring life back to this dead earth, then I will know you are worthy of my aid. Otherwise… leave me.*

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