A request from far away

It was the dawn of a new day in the continent of Brifvia. The sun lazily started to rise above the sea, bathing the vast forest to the east of the continent with its light. The countless trees that filled the forest hid everything from sight with their imposing height, making it impossible to know what was really hiding among all that greenery.

At the same time that the rays of sun started to cast light on a certain clearing of the forest, the figure of a short person arrived flying. This individual landed gracefully on the highest branch of one of the trees and ceased flapping his two sets of transparent wings, which he then folded on his back, underneath a long, silky, black hair. Her blue eyes focused on what seemed to be a clearing in the middle of the forest.

“It continues to grow in size…”

Out of frustration, she slammed her small fist against the trunk of the tree next to her.