Oak’s Prehistoric World Notes: Those new to “Zam’s Prehistoric World” may not know who Oak is. Well, Oak is the Leader of the Sprites. And this is his story. Narrative: “I am aware.” “Where am I?” “It is dark, I am afraid.” “Do not be afraid, “A voice says. “Are you God?” “No, I am not God, but I will help you,” The voice reassures me. I am not afraid anymore, the voice is kind. “What do I do?” “Look around you, there are others,” The voice says. “I see them, yes, I see them, there are so many!” I am happy, I am not alone. “Sing to them, call them, gather them together,” The voice tells me. I sing to the others, they gather near me and begin to sing. “Now you must come to me, I am waiting for you,” The voice says. I gather the others and tell them to follow. I go toward the voice; I know who the voice is now. Awareness floods over me. “Hurry, there isn’t much time.” The voice urges. I sing to the others to keep following. I see a tear in the darkness ahead. “You must hurry, I can not hold it open for long,” The voice is insistent. I begin pushing the others through. “Hurry,” I sing to the others. The tear is closing. There isn’t much time. I push the last of the others through and try to follow. The tear is too small, I am stuck, it is crushing me. “It hurts,” I scream. “Help him,” The voice commands the others. Thousands of tendrils of light come through the tear and wrap around me and pull. I am through the tear. It closes behind me. It is so bright. “I am here.” “Come to me,” The voice says. I lead the others. We are countless millions of points of light winding through the trees of a great forest. The others are singing behind me. “I see him,” I sing. The others repeat my song, “I see him… It is him… That is him…” I hover in front of him. “You called me, I am here,” I sing. “I did not call you,” the figure standing next to the river says. “But you did,” I say. “In here, in your soul, we talked, you called. What were you just thinking before I came here.” “I was thinking how much I love the forest and I wished someone would protect it.” I turn to the others, “He has commanded, protect the trees!” The others begin each choosing a tree. I turn back to him. “My name is Zam, pleased to meet you.” He says.