[Bashae]

Entering the Whispering Woods, Reikin looks around him, trees seeming to bow to him. He walks around, looking for something.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Reikin Bluefire,” a voice calls out. Reikin raises his claws.
“What do you want from me?’ he asked, pivoting nervously.
“Calm yourself. I know of your past. You started off as a human ranger when you entered this world. You then disappeared into the void several times, changing into several new forms: a warrior lycanthrope, a aphorite soldier and finally you come to me as a karloran warrior,” the voice chuckles, “But now it is time for you to settle. Become a druid.” Reikin lowered his claws. He had heard of druids before but only in myths and legends. He suddenly burst out in laughter.
“You cannot be serious! I’ve always known myself as a karloran!”
“Indeed, you may think that you are, but you were once all those things.”
“No! It cannot be possible!”
“You know very well yourself you have journeyed into the void many times, trying to… improve yourself,” the voice chuckles again, “But now, I am giving you a gift. I am trying to help you.”
“Help… me?”
“Yes.” Reikin stood there. He had heard of the great powers that druids possess… and that power… all the power… was being handed to him as if it were a toy. He was intrigued.
“Tell me more… and show yourself!” he yelled. The voice chuckled again.
“Very well.” A figure walked out of the mist. He immediately saw pointed ears.
“Elf!” he murmured. All the legends and myths, were they true?
“Yes, indeed I am an elf, and so are you!” the elf pointed at me.
“What are you talking about I’m not…” he felt his pointed ears… Pointed? It cannot be!
“It is too late… you have already agreed to join the druid’s circle," the elf chanted, "You shall no longer see the wrath of the void, no longer feel the pain of transformation, no longer see yourself form into a new being, for you are a druid and you shall settle. For we are the conjurors of nature, controlling the natural forces of the world and the animals found throughout Earthia. Reikin! Become an elf of the arcane order, and join the druid's circle!" A blinding light struck Reikin as he screamed. All his memories disappeared replaced by knowledge of nature and animals. When it was over, the elf had disappeared and an old tattered book lay on the ground, marked only with these words on the cover:

Tauramandil Parma A' Nole
Círdan Melwasúl

Círdan Melwasúl... His elvish name. He took the book and brushed off the dust from the cover and left the forest. And that's when his journey began.