Literature
Chapter 3: Enter the Fire Hawk! (rough draft)
The female eladrin felt her body crash onto something hard after being spit out of the defeated dream, the cold stone treads of the stairs pressing into her back. The leather armor she appeared to be wearing shattered into pieces and vanished before colliding with the stairs, just like the dream she defeated. Her wooden staff landed beside her with a loud clunk as she lay there with her eyes closed, gasping for air and pushing through the pain. The eladrin rolled over and pushed herself up into a sitting position, gritting her teeth in pain, after a few moments. ‘’Pyra!’’ The eladrin cried out as she reached out and grabbed her staff. Her staff was crudely fashioned from some kind of wood she discovered in the Dreaming. It wasn't the most attractive staff, but it got the job done, and that was all that mattered. In the uncomfortable silence, a small squeak or yip could be heard approaching her. Concerned, the fiery fox turned to face her. "I'm fine, but I appreciate your concern’’.