Belise: Granddruid of Cedar (Part 1)

Thunder exploded and lightning flashed yet again as the final druid made his vote. Rour closed his eyes and prayed that he would vote no so the vote would be too close to accept. "It has been drawn to my attention that the other nations need our help. By the ways of druid, I am forced to vote yes." Rour gritted his teeth. Then he shook his head. The druids were going to fail now. They stood no chance against the primevals. The vote today was going to drastically affect the druids for the rest of time.

Chapter 1

Belise had never been an ordinary Druid. His clan of Cedar had died out, all except for him making him the last Cedar member. He was about twenty years old and was more alone in the world than anyone might believe at first glance. He was normal in height with brown hair and blue eyes. He wore leather armor and was clothed in a bluish robe outlined with green to signal his being a Druid. On the back of the robe was a tree outlined with five teardrops. Each teardrop was of a slight bluish hue and looked salty as if they were tears of a human. The tree represented Cedar and the teardrops signified the five clans of Druids. Being that he was the last member, he had no point to remain at the guild. He took a fondness to wandering and traveling and it had taken him to unimaginable places. The slopes of Ouin, the Mists of Time in the Marki Mountains. His favorite was the Hills of Obliuniv. The hills there spanned for miles and miles and the sky always reflected the perfect setting for any individual. Belise was not quite sure why he was at the beach or how he even got there but why should he care? The beach was a beautiful place with incredible sparkling water, extraordinary litters of trees and ever so soft sand. It had been a very trying day for him. Angering a ruby dragon then running miles just to find himself in a whole gathering of ruby dragons was not exactly what he called fun. Belise was always clumsy. Always getting into trouble. He needed to relax, needed to unwind. Being the last Cedar was not easy. Sure he had no one to listen to or even be order around by but everyone else seemed to be trying to kill him. He had a knack for trouble whether it was running into it or worse, creating it. It had to be the cologne. Belise stretched and trying to forget the troubles of the day, Belise lay back on the sand and tried to get some well-deserved rest. He had just closed his eyes and began to doze when there was a soft rumbling sound. His eyes flew open and he groggily got up. Sleep would have to wait. Being who he was, the instant he closed his eyes he was beset by some unnatural occasion. This time, the occasion had called for a huge wave to begin to form out in the distance in the ocean. It was overwhelming to see with its crest clearly visible but the wave never broke. It must have been at least fifty feet tall! Belise just laid there not caring as if to expect the wave to stop by itself. He was tired, grumpy and did not want to be pushed around by anything. Not even water. As Belise finally got to his feet silently muttering to himself as the wave moved dangerously close, a voice rang out of the wave, or so it seemed.