This is the story from a Dungeons and Dragons 2nd Edition Adventure. The story belongs to TSR, but I have written the words myself. Please do not post here. Thanks Prologue I slipped out of bed quietly, making no noise as I packed myself food from the kitchen. I walked into my room to get my small bag of money when my little brother awoke. " 'Rystelle?" Astarise asked in the innocent voice of a child. " Where are you going?" "Um..." I stuttered in my reply. "I'm going away from the family tree, Astarise." "Away from Dorneryll? When you coming back?" I sighed. "Not for a while, little brother." Astarise looked mortally wounded. Even though I was running away, I would miss him the most out of all my cousins, brothers, aunts, uncles...Our family was probably one of the biggest group of elves in the Emerlas! "Astarise? Guard this for me-just while I'm a way?" I handed him my silver swan amulet, a symbol of our heritage, and with it my right as heir to Dorneryll, the massive tree that provides us a home. "B-but Erystelle! T-this is-" "I know, little brother. Don't worry, I'll be back..."