Chapter One Hundred & Eighty Two: The Druid

"I can see that you are awake. Thank the heavens you were not out for long."

The voice of the person standing over her was raspy like she had imagined. Their voice carried the melodic cadence of rustling leaves and the owner of the voice was had their features were weathered, etched with lines of age. He was notably pale in colour, as though he had not been under sunlight for years. But seeing the shade of trees that seemed to be the permanent habitats of druids, she was not surprised.

"Oh," was all Velma could say. The last thing she remembered was Darius suddenly disappearing. Did he also have strange powers? Was that why he had come to the land of Druids instead?

"Hmm," The druid muttered, staring at her. His eyes, a deep and knowing green, seemed to hold the secrets of the forest itself, reflecting the shifting hues of sunlight filtering through the canopy above.