# The Druid Author: [Borttaget] The Druid Under the crescent moon, he stood. Gazing up at the sky. He could never feel alone out here. This was his element by choice. The wind was greeting him with a low whistled through the trees; he took a deep bow and smiled in gratification. And so he heard her, the swishing sound of her wings, and out from the shadows she came, calling his name. Bran lifted his right hand, and the raven found home at his side. In this very moment, he felt as though his soul was completed. His journey of the night, was about to start. And so he began to walk deeper into the forest. The raven sat quiet, now on his shoulder. He could feel her warmth against his cheek. He knew that her pitch black eyes were watching out for him, and he felt safe in her tender care. The path he found was made by nature on her own, and he became exited, thinking about were she wanted to lead him tonight. Mother earth was always gentle to him, but she knew the secrets of his heart and soul. So the way that she showed him, would always be satisfying... that he could rest upon. Like giants of the dark, the trees seemed to grasp for the stars, and the treetops swung with the winds. Bran felt so alive, and almost like she had read his mind, the raven called out her cry. And in a moment of euphoric feelings he drew his sword, and the moon found her reflection in Masonics beautiful blade. Bran knew that this was going to be one special night. As he went deeper into the very core of nature, his heart began to beat faster, as he could sense the presence of the forests magical inhabitants. This had been his long, loved dream. To be able to see, hear and know them by heart. It was as if Mother Nature had granted him this gift...at last. He noticed a glade in the trees in front of him, and moved closer as quiet as he could. The raven took for the sky and spread her wings. Bran was as astonished as always, that she could be so silent in her flight. He also knew that she would come back; she was as much a part of him as he was of her. The glare opened up to be a flower field. He was amazed to find a field so far into the forest, and even more when he saw the flowers. He had never in his life seen such beautiful flowers. The colours were deep and shiny, sparkled like jewels in the moonlight. He stood there, and just tried to embrace the moment. Then suddenly he saw her, she came out from the forest on the other side of the field. It looked almost like she floated over the grass. So gracefully, like the queen of the night. Her face so captivating, like she came straight out from a fairytale. She wore a deep blue dress and blue ribbons in her long chestnut hair. He found himself being able to see all the details, as if she would have been close by. Then she stooped and sat down, in the middle of the field. She lifted her hands to the sky and began to sing. Her voice filled his head with its softness and he closed his eyes. Her song took him even deeper into fulfilment. The love he felt was so strong that tears fell from his eyes, like rain from a grey sky. He opened his eyes to follow their journey to the ground and saw that in the instant that they touched the grass by his feet, they turned into flowers too. "Now you know" said a soft voice and he looked up. The light elf smiled at him and took his face between her hands. "You see, it has been so many years since mankind heard our song, but when they did, their souls created these beautiful flowers. As a reminder that the essence of you, your kind...is pure and good. Now Bran" her voice became pleading, "go back to your world, and tell your fellow beings to stop, and listen to their hearts and true nature. Only then can us creatures of the green walk the earth once more. Bran wanted to answer, but the light elf put one finger on his mouth and smiled once more. "There is no need Bran" she said in a low voice. My trust is in you, now go". She backed away slowly and Bran turned his back on her, and faced the dark forest awaiting him.  He felt enchanted, moved by her magical spell. He wanted to say something but the words were gone.  Even though, he turned around and opened his mouth, but where the light elf had been were only an empty glare. And the flower field was nowhere to be found. He felt confused and started to question his own sense. The moment had seemed to be an eternity, but now it felt like an inch of a moment. He shook his head and started to laugh. "Dream or reality" he thought, "It doesn't matter, I now have a mission"   He started to run, eager to get back to the world outside. And while he was running, he could hear the raven cry out his name for the night. (Denna berättelse är tillägnad en mycket god vän till mig och ni anar nog vem han är\*s\*) Mvh Eleri ## Comment 1 Author: Lorelai Oh så vacker.. Den var en smula svår att helt ta in när den är på engelska, men det gick. ;) ## Comment 2 Author: [Borttaget] #1 Tack Lorelai, ja jag kom på givetvis efteråt att det kanske inte är alla som är så "haja" på engelska. Vem vet, jag kanske översätter den en dag:-) ## Comment 3 Author: [Borttaget] _"(Denna berättelse är tillägnad en mycket god vän till mig och ni anar nog vem han är\*s\*)"_ Jag vet!! Jag vet!! \*hoppar och viftar med armarna\*  Lasse **BRAN**deby!! ## Comment 4 Author: [Borttaget] #3 Grattis Trumman, du har numera vunnit en magisk brödrost\*hahhaha\* ## Comment 5 Author: Coturnix nej nej!!! INTE bröd! ## Comment 6 Author: [Borttaget] hahahhaha ## Comment 7 Author: [Borttaget] HAH HAH just det! INTE BRÖD... men eftersom den är magisk, kanske den kan användas för att grilla mina fläskfärsburgare, eller krispsteka mina fläsksvålar iofs! ## Comment 8 Author: [Borttaget] Wow! ## Comment 9 Author: lightseeker vafalls inget dagligt bröd, då blir det kotlett till frukost då. Jag har en väninna som har kört stenhårt med denna kosten, sedan i början av december. Hon har blivit som en ny människa, flera års olika dieter gjorde att hon gick upp och ner och upp igen, ideligen. NU verkar det stanna, så inget bröd till trumman, men mycket kött då ## Comment 10 Author: [Borttaget] #9 Jajamen. Kött och fett är grejen om man vill gå ner och bli smal. Kolla bara in www.kolhydrater.ifokus.se - men NU, tillbaka till FOKUS på den ursköna berättelsen! Mvh, T ## Comment 11 Author: Anco Ohhh..Eleri, du har verkligen skrivandets gåva. Vad vacker berättelsen var. Fick en sån lust att göra en bild av det hela. (hmmmm.... ska se vad jag kan hitta och försöka göra något av). BB... var rädd om din gåva ## Comment 12 Author: [Borttaget] #11 Tack Anco, jag ska försöka vårda den på bästa sätt:-) ååå målar du en bild, så vill jag gärna se den\*Krama\* ## Comment 13 Author: Anco Här är en tavla jag gjort tidigare. Inte riktigt samma tema, men lite älvadans o mystik har den, tycker jag. ![](../ShowFile.aspx?BinaryId=4773eb73-a234-4998-95b2-6d8723eeaf85&Filename=Älvdans_redigerad-1.jpg) ## Comment 14 Author: [Borttaget] Tokfin Anco\*ler\* Vad duktig du är:-) ## Comment 15 Author: Matea Något av det vackraste jag läst på väldigt väldigt länge syster. Stay safe //Matea Beofear ## Comment 16 Author: [Borttaget] TACK Matea, det värmde ordentligt!!!!:-D ## Comment 17 Author: [Borttaget] _Väldigt vackert..!_ _BB//W_ ## Comment 18 Author: [Borttaget] Tack Waara:-) ## Comment 19 Author: BranDuir vackra ord av dig lilla Syster! men det visste du ju redan...\*S\* ## Comment 20 Author: [Borttaget] Jo, jag har väl "anat" att du tycker det\*s\*