Thread: (Pathfinder Battle Harem: Thirteen Keys) Ch. 1: Beating Hearts, Mystic Dreams, Stone Men

The deep forest teemed with life as it had for generations, to many it would seem a foreboding place full of hidden danger. For Iseldra , this was home and she walked paths few knew existed and was as one with the creatures who dwelt there. Her mind though had been troubled, a dark brooding that had been building for months until it became impossible to ignore. She could feel her young for an elf life at a cross road but knew not where either fork led, or really even how to find the juncture. Such stress seemed most unnatural for an elf, her father suggested it was time for her to take a mate. Her mother, who sometimes had the gift of sight or so it seemed, suggested she immerse herself in the forest and wait for enlightenment. It was her mother's advice that brought her to the small grotto where the water rushing from the cliffs above seemed to surround her and drown out all other sounds and even thoughts. Before entering she reached out, feeling the life of the forest around her as if for one last time. Convinced all was calm around her she stripped herself of clothes, weapons, and gear laying each item neatly for her return. She then entered the grotto, letting the water fall over her pale body, caressing each curve of her naked body as if pausing from it's race to the sea to enjoy the stunning beauty of the young elf maiden. The water scrubbed her body even as the sensations cleansed her soul of all distraction. She relished the coolness of it, her skin seeming to glow in the reflected light of the noon day sun making a brief appearance in the otherwise canopied forest. Slowly she emerged, droplets of water eagerly clinging to skin, only reluctantly falling to the earth as they found no grip on her unblemished flesh. She knelt and fell into a trance. Isledra rarely dreamed and when she did they were never so vivid as it was now. Though her body remained perfectly still, her eyes under closed lids were frantic with motion. She felt as much as heard the forest screaming. A darkness was consuming it as if it were flame but the flame's light was dark and all consuming. She tried to fight her way to the source but it was always just out of reach. She was frightened and angry, desperate to protect her forest even as it was consumed all around her. The more she tried to fight the dark flame the more all encompasing it became. In her dream she turned outward, away from the forest that seemed beyond saving. Only then did she get a glimpse of a light so pure and glowing she knew that only it could save her forest and herself. She ran towards the light, encouraged as it grew stronger and more present. It began to take form, that of a man, a human. Iseldra had never met a human but had heard stories of them and how their passions and lusts could build great cities and destroy ancient forests. She could barely imagine that a human could be the salvation her forest so desperately needed, but as she basked in the comforting light of this human figure, she knew she must go to him. His light was her salvation and with that realization she woke from her trance with a start. Still kneeling she could tell from the setting sun that she had been here for much of the day. Her memory of the dream beginning to dissolve like a morning fog, but the sensation of that light covering her body was still vivid and strong. She had an unfamiliar aching deep in her core and she slowly realized for the first time in her life, she was aroused. Puzzled she dressed slowly, almost reluctantly as she fought the desire to touch herself in ways she had never considered before. She must return to her village and speak to her mother, perhaps she would know what it all meant.