You are reading a book about Celtic legends, suddenly you feel sleepy and realize that you are about to lose consciousness. You wake up on the ground, rain dripping on your face. You open your eyes and look around. You are on the edge of a forest, beyond which there is a field. You notice a young man sitting on a huge rock next to you. He was a man with hair the color of golden rye, and his eyes were like deep lakes. You get up abruptly.