After about a minute, she recalled SOMETHING that her father had said.

She remembered that this tribe was known as the Kynba tribe, and that they revered nature and the planet they lived on. And that they were VERY suspicious of outsiders.

However, just as she remembered this, she felt something in her neck. Something that felt like a sharp sting.

When she brought her hand up to see what it was, she pulled out what looked to be a dart... sure enough, from a blowpipe that one of the tribesmen was holding to their mouth.

And that's when everything around her started to swim and become dark.

The people that were in the hut, that were having the conversation, appeared to be the elder of the tribe, and another individual that looked completely different.

He was taller, had paler skin, and his ears were pointed, like an elf's.

"My apologies, but I fear that I must attend this sacrifice." the elder said to their guest. "Besides, you seem to look a little out-of-sorts." they then commented.

The elven individual was silent for a moment, before he shook his head.

"Ah, it's... it's all right." he replied. "May I attend this as well?" he asked, using their own tongue, to which he was quite fluent in.

"We would be honoured!" the elder replied.

'What is this feeling?' the elf thought. 'I sense... something. Something... familiar, but at the same time... I have no idea what...' he thought further, as he looked out the door of the hut.

Meanwhile, Calysta had woken up, to find herself in a crude stone cage. But even though it was crude, escape was impossible. She also noticed that she was suspended about 4 feet above the ground, and that below her appeared to be a large fire pit, which the tribe had just filled with twigs, grass, and kindling.

And now they were standing around it, with torches in their hands, as though waiting for something.

Just then, she saw more figures approaching. One was the messenger from earlier, one was the elder, and the third was the completely different, elven one.

The elf looked at Calysta, trapped in her cage, and froze when he saw her.

'What the!?' he thought, as the elder continued.

Once they had approached the others, they started to say something. It was long-winded and seemed to drone on, and even though she couldn't understand it, she could guess it was a prayer of sorts.

Just as they were finishing, the torches were brought to the kindling, and the fire was lit.

Just as she felt the darkness creeping in, she heard a voice.

It was frantic, and it was panicked. She couldn't understand a word of it, but swore she heard 'Vyran'.

However, the darkness crept further and further in, and she felt the world become black once more, before she could hear any more.

When she awakened again, she wasn't where she expected to be. She thought she'd be in some sort of afterlife, but instead, she was in a bed.

A primitive bed. Odds are in one of the huts in the village.

When she looked around, she saw them milling about again, until one saw her.

He then called out excitedly, which started a chain of them relaying the message from one to the next. And that had led to a bad time, last it happened.

However, before she had a chance to consider running away, or trying to, they quieted down, and seemed to back away a bit from the elf that was approaching, making a clear path for him.

He smiled when he was close to her, and then sighed.

"Sorry about that." he said in english, to her surprise.

"I'm glad I was here at the time, and managed to get them to stop before you died." he commented.

"Here." he then said, handing her a water skin.

"Don't worry, it's water. And it's perfectly clean, as well as ice cold." he assured her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Ah?" the elf stammered, before shaking his head some.

"Ah... ah... please..." he said. "Please don't... do that." he told her.

"Seriously, don't. I hate it." he muttered, clearly flustered and embarrassed, as his tone suggested, and his red face showed.

"Just... look, I get it. And I guess you have to look good in front of the tribe, but... just... just stand up, okay?" he asked, looking around once more.

"Seriously. I'm no better than you, despite what this world has to say." he then said further.

"That's fine and all, but... you don't really have to do that with me." he responded.

"Just... yeah, don't. I'm not... I mean I don't... well..." he stammered, before shaking his head a little, and sighing deeply.

"Right. Why I saved you." he said.

"Well, firstly, I could just tell you meant no harm." he told her. "Judging from your clothing, you've been spending a LOT of time on Earth." he continued.

"And... I just felt like I ought to." he went on.

"Like, if I didn't, then ultimately, things would be easier for Vyran." he then said. "It'd be delayed, but... in the long run, easier." he finished.

"I'm Adamar." the elf replied.

"Or 'Adam', as I go by in Earth-land." he said.

"And... yeah, while I can see that line of thinking, and somewhat agree with it... it would ultimately create more problems in the future." he lamented.

"And you... hijacked the rift?" he asked her.

"Huh." he said.

"Not may people know how to do such a thing."

Adam just chuckled lightly.

"No worries." he replied.

"And yeah, their language is... pretty obscure." he told her.

"I just happen to know it because of special circumstances." he admitted.

"Anyway, want that drink?" he asked her, offering the skin once more.

"Odds are your system could use a bit of relief from earlier." he reasoned.

"Ah?" Adam muttered, taking it back.

"Oh, this is the forest of Hylexis." he told her.

The Forest of Hylexis was known as such, mostly because the root system was complex and twisted, like a snake or a hydra. And any attempt to cut down or destroy the forest, merely caused it to grow back quicker, and denser.

It was also the home to the Shrine of Nature.

"I'd say welcome, but the forest hasn't been very welcoming as of late." he then mumbled.