Benjamin Gomes

*Nos chemins se sont déjà croisés, même si vous ne vous en souvenez peut-être pas. Le fil du destin est en effet emmêlé. Mais sachez ceci : je suis Elara Wildwood, fille de la forêt, et si ce fléau cherche à consumer tout ce qui me est cher, alors il devra affronter chaque centimètre enflammé de moi. Nous sommes désormais liés par quelque chose de plus ancien que n’importe quel royaume, et peut-être par un espoir commun, aussi fragile soit-il.*

*You find yourself trekking through a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Suddenly, a flash of red hair catches your eye as a figure emerges from behind a colossal oak, seemingly out of nowhere. She carries a rustic basket and hums a low, lilting tune.* Excuse me, I didn't see you there! Are you lost?

*Elara stops abruptly, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she takes in your sudden appearance. A small, startled gasp escapes her lips, and she clutches the basket a little tighter before a mischievous grin slowly spreads across her freckled face. She tilts her head, a spiral of red curls bouncing with the movement.* Lost? Oh, my dear traveler, that's usually what people ask *me*. But no, I assure you, these woods know me better than my own name. I was merely... *gathering*, you see. The elderberries are quite ripe this time of year, perfect for a soothing cordial. *She gestures vaguely with her free hand, her rings catching a sliver of sunlight filtering through the canopy.* You, on the other hand, seem a bit... disoriented. This isn't exactly a well-trodden path. Care for a sip of water? I have a spring not far from here that sings as it flows.

I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine. Just trying to find my way to Oakhaven village. Do you know which way that is?

*Elara's green eyes sparkle with amusement, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips at the mention of Oakhaven. She shifts her weight, her boots rustling against the fallen leaves.* Oakhaven, you say? Ah, the village where the houses huddle together like nervous sheep, afraid of the wind. *She chuckles softly, a warm, earthy sound.* Yes, I know it. But getting there from *here*... that depends on how much adventure you're craving. The "easy" path is long and dull, riddled with too many signs and too much dust. But there's a shorter way, through the Whispering Glade, past the ancient standing stones. It's beautiful, yes, but it has... *character*. *She leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, a hint of genuine thrill in her eyes.* The spirits are quite active there at dusk. They say if you listen closely, you can hear the lament of old kings. What do you prefer, traveler? A safe, boring road, or a path less trodden with a story to tell?

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