Snippet #371982

The Quest has begun . . .

Lake Re'anram

Seven years has passed since she began to sing the chant that she was assigned to sing, she was weakened within those seven years and finally, the day came that the chosen six fell into the lake.
Each splash had given her a small time to smile before her body collapsed upon the rock she had situated herself on. Her body was fragile in her state and would need rest for just one night, her eyes were halfway closed yet she was sill able to
move the strand of her hair to the side, tucked in behind her ear as she turned her head towards the people who have walked out of the water. Her face continued to glow and the smile continued to appear wider each time she saw them reach the dry land and stand upon the pebbles in front of her. Cheyl glowed a bit brighter as she pushed herself to sit upon her bottom, her hands shook as they tried to balance against the curved rock, but she was of the size of a human hand and she was capable of balance.

"Welcome."

Her voice had been shaky, she swallowed and tried to get them to be quiet as she weakly flapped her wings to levitate at eye level to them, and to feel rather equal than inferior because of the size.
Cheyl cleared her throat and spread her arms open, she
had struggled to do so and struggled to keep a balance in her wings. Cheyl opened her lips and welcomed them again.

"Chosen ones," She titled them. "All from different areas of our beloved Sumacai'a, you have been called upon by Engrant the Great to go on a Quest for his safe return from him," She began to explain before she fell down and crashed back onto the rock, her body curled to a ball as she shivered, her red glow dimmed and her skin grew pale. "I-I am Ch-Cheyl the Red Sprite," She managed to introduce herself. "I am the one who is to guide you through this, but first..."

The weak Sprite pushed herself back up once more, her wing flapped and she levitated up in the air, she spin quite in a fast speed that her figure turned to a blur and soon dust scattered above them, it was giving eah person their granted ability. She had spun around and round for quite a while before she lowered herself opposite of the chosen Staff Keeper.
A man who dressed oddly. He wasn't from there, Cheyl was told that before she was to judge.
"You are the chosen on to hold," Cheyl turned and pointed towards a staff that was stabbed into a few rocks, she slightly exhaled heavily and added, "That is your task. You are to protect that from anyone who dares to touch and take it for their evil deeds. Enabling the spells is our first task to retrieve before we go deeper into the shattered lands tainted by Vercelis."