Out of a whirlwind of leaves, a thin figure appeared in front of me, cloaked in long green robes that ended in roots sprouting into the ground. His dark skin that resembled the bark of a tree was highlighted by his long white beard. Green tendrils curled up around his neck and were woven through his hair. He didn’t look intimidating, and yet, there was an undeniable power surrounding him.
With his hands behind his back, he studied me intently, as if he was examining my very soul and was trying to decide my fate.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed through the haze of worry surrounding me. It wouldn’t do me any good to be paralysed by fear.
“Are you the Keeper?” I dared ask, never taking my eyes off of him.
The man’s expression never changed. “Are you a daughter of the Wind?”
