Michael Brooks yawned a bit as he settled into his bed at the Fire Station that night. He was still on duty that night after the weird call earlier, but at least everything was settling down.
"Weird call earlier, huh Mike?" One of his fellow firefighters commented.
"Yeah..." He said as he stretched a bit. "Kind of silly really... not sure why anyone would think a forest just popped up in the middle of nowhere. Its not like magic's real or something."
"Yeah, probably just a prank call," Mike agreed as he rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. "Good night."
"Night."
As Mike drifted off to sleep, the Elven magic started to swirl around him as Astania entered his dream.
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Mike found himself lying in the grass of a wooden glade. He looked down at himself and realized he was wearing only a loincloth that barely covered his lower body. He rubbed his head, what was he doing here? This had to be a dream, but it didn't make a lot of sense to him.
"What the hell..." He said as he got up slowly, looking around himself. "Where am I?"
As he looked around, he heard a beautiful voice singing in a language he didn't recognize. However he felt himself being drawn to it as he slowly got to his feet and walked towards where the singing was coming from. The forest seemed to close around him as he walked, but he couldn't focus on anything other than the voice.
Finally he stepped out into a forest clearing with a pool in its center where he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A naked woman with dark skin and long black hair with green markings crossing her body sat on a rock, her ears tapering up into points, and she was singing. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Well... you're a handsome one," she purred, spreading her legs a bit as she saw the erection growing behind Mike's loincloth. "How about you come join me?"