Tzipporah's eyes were heavy from her sleepless nights. She had been alone in this forest since she was a child. Long ago when she was just a child she had been out-casted from her village. Her family had died in a fire; a fire set by her human neighbors. She survived only because her Mother caste a very powerful protection spell which shielded her from the intense flames. Upon living the village, she had found herself alone in this dark forest, wandering for days on end. One day, she reached a lake in the clearing, and since then she has living their alone.

These past few days had been restless however. The forest that was usually peaceful was somehow changed. Tzipporah had tried to find what had been happening, but could not find the source.

All of a sudden, a new scent filled her nose.She looked down from her branch, seeing a dark elf standing in the clearing. She leaned down from the tree, landing quietly on the ground and approaching the male. "Who are you?" She said in an almost threatening tone, but curious at the same time.