They stood on the edge of a cliff as the mighty wind whipped across their faces. The view was so spectacular that even Axel did not complain about their height or how close they were to the edge that would, of course, see them to their deaths if they ever slipped.
Before them, at a great distance, stood the Flori palace. It was nothing like they ever dreamed of. The Flori- the woodland elves were rumoured to live in the trees, hence the name, woodland elves. But before them was a vast waterfall, double the size of the one Evanna jumped down. The palace sat in the middle, balancing on top of it, part of it was on a colossal rock lodged between the water, but half of the palace floated above the air where the water cascaded down.
