Falathiel
"LIAR!" I scream, hitting the Plain Elf hard in the head with my steel-toed boot. I ignore Nathaniel's screams. He can die, I don't care. "WHERE IS HE?" I yell. I raise my foot again, but my elk spirit runs in between the Elf and I. "What is it?" I hiss. It glows brightly, saying in a language only I can understand: "Don't! I know where he is! Take them along, they may be useful!" I scowl. "You are the weirdest spirit I've ever Summoned." The Elf shoots me a puzzled look. "You can speak to it?" I don't respond. Instead, I point at a tree and mutter, "Druid meela gorthan feeka rolul!" Smirking at Gylil's face, I say, "Advanced Forest Elf magic. I'm summoning a tree Druid to keep you in my sight." With that, the tree had pointed to transformed into a male shaped Druid. The bark of the tree became his skin, the leaves his long, flowing hair. He stretches out his arms, and long roots wind themselves around Gylil and Nathaniel. I turn to my spirit. "Let's go," I say. I had to save my brother.
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