Role

Chapter 7

I found the elder pixie once more and presented her with the baby apple tree.
'You have been found,' she said to the tree and then looking at me saying, 'And
you, spirited little apple blossom, have found what was lost.' I smiled a
blushing smile, and told her everything I knew, hoping she would fill in some
parts of the story I did not know. She told me of how many, many years ago that
a pixie child had been born and was violently kidnapped before being returned
to the village with her wings ripped from her body. The child had been brought
to her for tending, to be healed as best she could, but something was truly
wrong with her and experimental magic was called for. The elaborate ritual the
wise pixie concocted kept the child alive despite her injuries, both physical
and supernatural, but two strange things occurred: she grew to the size of an
elven newborn and a tree with crisp, golden apples sprouted instantly. Apples
from the tree and the infant were brought to Evermoon Hollow where she was
tended to further. 'The poem holds the name you search for, STEZA' and then she
spoke to me another poem, which I hastily scribbled down in the front cover of
my journal.