Spirit of the forest

- Your language is different from the time when this land was inhabited by the Aveli. - The creature said, placing his free hand on the hilt of the blade.

I increasingly did not understand the situation in which I found myself, why did the creature say that our language is different from his time? And if he didn't know it then how did he learn it, I didn't notice a strong accent in his voice.

- I'll answer your question, my name is Amolinglou, I think you already have questions. But don't worry, I'm not your enemy. - Amolinglou turned to me, looking at me with interest.

I was glad that he was not an enemy, from his voice I concluded that he was a man, I tried to use the vault, but as expected, I could not open it.

- You smell of the magic of darkness and chaos, so who are you, human or half-elf? - My new interlocutor said thoughtfully, turning to me.

I didn't quite understand what he meant by the smell, no one had previously told me that this magic had some kind of smell.

And I still didn't understand where I was, my interlocutor continued to study me with a gaze. His strange sword continued to rest its blade on the floor, shimmering in different colors.

- The smell of what are you talking about Amolinglou? My name is Trey and where are we with you? Is it a dream or reality? - I turned to him, I didn't like this uncertainty.

If this was a dream like before in which Ges was, then I was afraid to find out who was in front of me.

The possibility that it was another god was great, but during our last conversation with her, she said that the gods had left this world except for her.

- Yes, the smell, each magic has its own unique aroma that becomes stronger over time. As soon as the magician knows his power better, the smell can no longer be separated from the bearer of this magic. In our time, magicians could easily determine who was in front of them, but in your time, apparently this was forgotten. We are both in a dream and in reality, your body is asleep but your brain is not. - Amolinglou answered, picking up his sword and throwing it at the ceiling.

I expected to see and hear the steel hitting the ceiling, but to my surprise the blade disintegrated and was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around the room, I didn't see the blade anywhere, turning my gaze back to Amolinglou, who apparently began to get bored

- Answer my question: who are you? - Amolinglou said in a bored tone, waving his hand, I saw two simple chairs appear.

Sitting down on a chair, I did not take my eyes off my interlocutor; there was no noticeable interest in me in his gaze.

I had a feeling that from somewhere he knew who I was, but for some reason he wanted me to voice who I was.

- Not so long ago I was a person without a talent for magic, but then the goddess Ges chose me as her chosen one and after acceptance I became a half-elf. - Answering Amolinglou's question, I saw him nod, confirming my assumptions that he knew everything

Continuing to nod, my interlocutor stood up and began to approach me with slow steps, coming close to me.

I began to feel a strange smell coming from him, it reminded me of what I felt from the forest in which I was.

- Now I will answer your question, I am the spirit of this forest. For a long time, no one came here who smelled of darkness or another element. The ancient inhabitants of these forests and mountains left with the gods and the chosen ones. But you appeared, at first I didn't understand who the smell was coming from more from you or from this light elf, but today everything became clear. And now I am tormented by the question: what did the chosen one of the goddess forget here? - Amolinglou said in a slightly interested voice, returning back to the chair.

Spirit of the forest? This was the first time I heard about this; no one told me about such creatures, not in the castle, not in the academy.

What worried me most was that I did not feel that anyone was watching us all this time while we were in the forest.

I didn't see from Amolinglou's behavior that he wanted to harm me. So Keirin was safe with the other girls in that camp. I didn't see myself hiding the reason for coming to this forest other than the task.

- I came to this forest in order to go to the capital of the Abels and find a sword technique there for myself. - I answered honestly the question of the spirit of the forest.

Amolinglou, listening to my reason, shook his head, perhaps the information that Keirin read in books that the capital was plundered was still true.

- The avelei technique will not suit you, or as they said, you still do not have the opportunity to use it. The avelei techniques were focused on using their wings, but you don't have them. - The spirit of the forest said, casting a thoughtful look at me.

I was shocked by the words of the spirit of the forest, it turns out that my entire plan to obtain the avelei technique was failed in advance?

But how then does the Kray Empire use the avelei technique? Is it possible that the spirit of the forest was trying to deceive me, but I saw no reason why he should do this.

During our conversation, I did not see any hint that he had negative emotions towards me. It is possible that I did not understand Amolinglou, but I did not want to draw premature conclusions about him.

- You probably don't know, but those chosen by the gods had their own techniques through which they demonstrated their magic and power. - Turning to me, I noticed changes in his gaze, as they usually look when they remember the past days or indulge in various memories.

I thought about the words of the spirit of the forest that the chosen gods had their own techniques, but where to look for them?

Much time has passed since the exodus of the five races and did they leave their techniques here or take them with them?

- If you are thinking of finding the technology of others chosen by the gods, then you will not get anything even if you find it. - Amolinglou said, looking carefully at my face.

Carefully, listening to the words of the spirit of the forest, I understood that all I had to do was find a technique that I could adapt to myself.

After talking with Amolinglou, I will need to return to the camp and return to the city, hoping that there or in other cities there will be good equipment for me.

- All I have to do is buy the technique and apply it, thank you for what you told me Amolinglou. - I turned to him with gratitude in my voice.

It was clear from my voice that I was upset that my hopes and plans for the capital of Avelei did not come true.