Chapter 23: Meeting The Chief

Tuesday, somewhere in Norway

6:58 pm, 20 years prior

Trill pulls Felix down the many rope bridges connecting each tree around the farmland below. Her hand lets go of his and he looks at the largest house in the village, built on the largest tree. She walks through the beaded doorway and he hesitates with his hand outstretched toward the hanging pieces of rounded wood. The man closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before pushing through. The inside is even larger than he had imagined as his eyes drift over beautifully carved chairs and bookcases.

Each piece doesn't seem as simple as he had first believed. The intricate details carved into one of the tables as Felix runs his fingertips over them stand out in soft ridges making beautiful shapes. A hand-woven basket sits in the center, overflowing with flowers. He looks up at the lights hanging from the tall ceiling and gasps at the crystal chandelier sparkling there.