Holleren: The Rough Draft

The day was bright and warm, the shroud above shone brightly reflecting the colors of Holleren back down. Willa, the most ancient of trees. A Weeping Willows like none other to be exact, guards and protects Holleren: an elemental land, where life begins and magik flourishes, where the trees walk and all the creatures talk, a place where nothing ever truly dies. She stands tall and proud as she dips her roots into the warm salt waters surrounding Holleren, happy that she was finally able to reach the coast with her roots raised. In front of her Turle, or as he would one day be called, Grandfather Tortoise, dove and even jumped, his massive frame rising from the deep water so effortlessly one would never guess that he was the first of his kind. His colorful shell, now marbled from time, glistened in a kaleidoscope of dazzling color that reflected off the water beautifully. Guzzie, even older than Turle and Willa knew more than the land ancients combined, she knew that the reflection held more than just beauty it also held the power of Tera. Flitting over, her translucent wings fluttered so fast they were almost invisible. Dipping down into the spray, she trapped just a tiny bit of that salty reflection in the bag that was always attached to her tiny hip.
It was a peaceful scene until a twinge emanating from the base of The Craigs alerted Willa that she was urgently needed. Turle and Guzzie joined Willa and together they headed home to Willas Knoll.
At least for now...