The moon was just rising as Elendir tried his hardest to gather proper fire wood. His mentor had caught him red handed trying to learn a new spell he really shouldn't have, with a book he had stolen. Yeah, that didn't go over too well. At the very least he hadn't been kicked out of BrightWood as a whole, he could still go to school for magic.

Ever since Elendir has started going to this school things have gotten exceptionally better for him. No more pathetically helping his parents around or living in a cramped home. No, he was praised for what he was, a gifted magic user. With this he could climb the ranks and become a well renowned, powerful warlock. He already was. He had all the time in the world as well, he was an elf, he lived for centuries. If only he didn't keep landing in trouble

After being caught, he was sent out to go to the forest and was to only return when he found something sacred. Whatever that means. Now he had to spend the night in the woods with his makeshift campsite. Elendir returned to his tent with firewood, only to hear something rustling through his things. Of course, animals were also out here. His hand slowly drew his dagger from his boot, cautiously checking the sound.