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The dream shifted. She was now in her room, a normal sight. She was locked in this room more times than she cared to count, usually when her mother had guests over. It was a simple room, dark right now as it was the middle of the night. There was one small window high on the wall. She remembered she could look through it when she had the chair under it.

Shifting from her simple bed, she quietly shifted over to the chair and picked it up, walking it over to the window before climbing it to look out of it.

The moon was full tonight and it shone through the tops of the trees of the forest surrounding their city. A city hidden among giants. Trees here looked as though they could touch the heavens, if they really wished for it. And the city looked as though it had grown from the trees as well, as if the trees felt the need to shelter the elves that lived beneath their large roots. The spirits here were old, and danced in the air with each other from sun rise to sun rise, keeping the forest alive with their ancient wisdom.

They taught her things. Taught her things that they normally wouldn't teach the elves that could see them. They said she was special.

Her heart ached to think about her home. She did not miss any of the elves, but the trees and the spirits were her best friends growing up.