After the Beltane celebrations ended and the group of happy people left the forest, the girl wandered at the opposite direction. She felt happy and full and did not want to go back to her appartment. She knew that she tried to prolong the euphoria, but what the heck.... she was entitled to do that from time to time.
As she walked aimlessly under the elder trees, she realised that this part of the forest was somehow different. She felt like she was walking not in a deeper part of her beloved forest, but in a different part of time itself. She realised that her steps had a purpose. She was drawn deeper and deeper until she came to a place that had centuries to experience the warmth of the sun. And there it was. A huge willow tree. Immediately the girl realised that this willow was the forest elder. And that it compelled her steps with her song.
She approached hesitantly and reverently. She knew deep in her heart she was the chosen one. Without doubt, she reached for the tree. She felt a humming noise. She walked around the huge trunk and there it was. A hollow in its body. She suffered for the elder, but realised instantly that the tree wasn't hurt- It bended itself to create a safe place. She dared a stolen glimpse and stood breathless. In the hollow was a book. An old, frayed and weatherworn book, but still a book. She came closer and her mind said "Through Fire and Water....."