Evrah's eyes fluttered as she woke from a hard sleep. The smell of damp grass in her nose. She moved and stretched, only to be nuzzled a bit tighter. She opened her eyes fully and gazed around. Bright red copper fur surrounded her, holding her close and keeping her safe.She noticed her clothes were dry and the patches of mud and grime erased from her skin.She placed her palm over her face and sighed, Oh, good grief, this thing didn't wash me like a puppy, did she?Propping herself up on one elbow, she took in her surroundings, trying to figure out where she had been taken. It looked as though they were hidden deep in the underbrush of Widowwoods, just outside Forrest Keep. Next to one of Foxfire's boat-sized feet sat a wash bucket and a cloth, and Evrah sighed with relief.There was no fire, or any other trace they were there. Other than the forest noise, and the old man snoring, she was confident they were indeed hidden away. She slid her gaze

Evrah was in awe of the place. She didn't catch the name of the place as the beauty drowned everything else out. It was a mix of majestic creatures and a wonderous landscape. One fused with the other, as if the two were a pair of lovers twisted around one another dancing to the sweet melody of nature. Soft light split through the canopy above, splashing the dark green plush grass, lighting each blade as if to showcase how individual each was and how they worked in harmony to cover the canvas, making an extraordinary picture. Small fluffy-tailed creatures darted from one branch to another, gathering nuts, berries, and twigs. Birds of every size, looking as if they flew through a painted rainbow, gathering varying colors, squawked and flew from here and there, dodging the other wildlife or perching for rest. Out in the expanse of land, ran herds of animals, none hunting the other, all gathered in peace- roaming, playing, or lying in the sun, enjoying the bliss of the sun's warmth upon t

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.”“Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?”The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.”She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?”“Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”“And what is my spiritual name?”“I cannot tell you that...But you already know.”She looked at every face around her, searching for answers or at least further comment but nothing. Everyone was quiet.“I think you are mistaken. I am Evrah Evergreen. That is the only name I have. That is who I am.”Sylvrmane shook her head, “It is not. Your spiritual name is there, inside you. It is the essence of who you are and when the time is right, it will reveal itself to you. Beware Evrah, it is a nam