Thorne was sitting in a clearing. Nothing but the lush vegetation around him and the moonlight. As the chief of the Silvan Elf Tribe, he had to make sure his connection with the forest was always a strong bond.

He was mediating. Slowly letting his mind wander as he felt his power surge within him. The flora around him almost swaying with life, as if he were controlling their every movements. It was then that he heard a twig snap in the distance, that caught his attention.