Roan

Alari's pov

Never in my life had I seen anything like this. Large, colourful trees stretching for a far as the eye could see, moving to the wind as if they were dancing, I wouldn't be surprised if their did.

The sky had an ethereal glow to it, with the stars blinking against a pinkish purple background, wonder what it looks like in the day.

The cliff we were standing on gave a great view of this place, though I suspected that there was so much more.

“Come, this way!” Allison said excitedly, flying downhill.

I felt a little vulnerable, having let go of Damien's hand, so I took his into mine and we made our way down the hill.

A white cobblestone path went in between the tress, which had cracks along the bark, light shining from the cracks and lighting up the way.

At the top of trees were beautifully crafted houses that seemed to mold to the trees as if they were part of them.

I wondered if they were actually like that or the elves coming out of them to watch us, had something to do w