Chapter 3

After Pyrr picked me up and brought me to the edge of the forest I needed to be. Strange how he exactly knew where I needed to be. I said the words, he took off and brought me there. Maybe he has seen a lot of this world already and just knew where it was.

It was nice to feel some warm earth beneath my feet instead of the cold ice I walked on. Pyrr would wait at the edge of the forest. The trees where to thick assembled for him to pass and there was no need for him to come anyway.

It was a dark night, not just because the sun was gone, no stars, no moon, no clouds. I could swear it was full moon tonight. I didn’t bother. A soft breeze was whispering through the leaves of the forest. They were calling me. Suddenly I realised, there was no need to be afraid that I wasn’t dark enough. The leaves, the forest, called me, invited me, come in.

I went of searching for the tree, the great green oak Nestor spoke of. It was almost time, it was a small forest, I should be able to find it with ease. Since it was in the middle if would be even easier. I felt the urge to just burn a path till the middle, but some power in myself, or maybe from the outside, stopped me from doing that.

After a walk of five minutes or so, the forest was getting even tighter, darker, scarier you could say. The forest was still guiding me towards the tree, ghosts, or visions, or phantoms, spirits, whatever it were, were lurking around the trees. It almost felt like they wanted to know who I was, were I was going, and why? And still, something told me they exactly knew what I was about to do. And with that I wasn’t meaning ‘meeting’ Nestor.

Suddenly it became pitch black around me, I kept on going, blind, the leaves on the ground turned into grass, the branches in front of my face became fresh air. I must be at the place right now, though I cannot see.

Then I heard a whisper, inside my head.

“Why do you approach me?”

I had an idea what to say, it was the forest, no, it was the great oak, asking me.

“To take what is mine.” I responded

My sight came back.

I was standing in front of the tree. Though it was called the green oak, it had a total black trunk and white crystal leaves. When I looked around I noticed I wasn’t alone, beside of the oak of course. There were 4 black, thick branches lying on the ground. Three were occupied by persons. On my left was a water girl, black eyes. On my right an earth bender, male, black eyes. And in front of me was sitting a girl, air bender, again, black eyes. In front of me, near my feet, was the fourth branch. I sat down, wondering what would come next. It was almost near midnight by now. No one spoke a word, so I figured I shouldn’t either, I shouldn’t blow the cover that I’m not here to obey Nestor. I was here for my own reasons.

I was here to get what I want, more power.

A silver-white leave fell from the tree, it rested itself in the middle of the four of us. With a loud bang, black smoke and a white light shining through the smoke, it erupted. No one startled, no one hesitated, no one was afraid, we just sat still, all of us. The cloud of smoke was drawn towards the white light. Another eruption, but no sound this time, Nestor appeared, with his back towards me. He turned around.

He was different, wearing a black robe, also, black eyed. Almost as if he was a priest, the only thing that wasn’t dark or black was his skin. A white as the full moon herself. I had seen this before, Amarante and Amaranta were looking the same way when I saw them in that dream of mine. A long time ago but still fresh in my head. He was also wearing a silver necklace, with a keyhole, a place to fit, I don’t know, some kind of diamond in, it was empty. Why the jewellery I thought.

“Can you see Cyrus?”

“Yes master.”

“What do you see?”

“I see you master.”

“What of me?”

Strange but I responded, why all those questions, OF COURSE I CAN SEE YOU STUPID NUTHEAD! ... so anyway.

“You my master, black robed, a silver necklace, black eyes, white skin.”

“Good.”

He turned around, again. He sat down in the middle and started to... pray? It wasn’t English, even better, it wasn’t any language I have ever heard in my world, my old world, the world I didn’t belong. And it wasn’t the dragon language either.

Stars, and the moon, appeared above our heads. The other three closed their eyes and whispered softly along with Nestor. I whispered along as well, eyes open, to see what was happening.

Nestor stopped, he stood up. Faced to me and started to talk. I didn’t show it, but what he told me, darkened my heart even more. I felt power, a plan, I felt happiness, joy, I would smirk if I wouldn’t blow my cover in that way.

Nestor, he just gave me the time of my life.