You don't have to wait long.
As the cry of a young child reaches your ears, you also feel the ground rumble.
You stumble, reaching for your sword but that soft voice says in your head. "Be at ease, little hero. The sword is not needed."
And then, she is there. A woman with earth brown eyes and earth brown hair. Dressed in a simple dress that frankly... Looks like dirt.
This must be Gaia, you think, and again reach for your sword.
Looking impatient, the woman makes a motion and to your horror, your sword, your faithful sword, crumbles into dust.
"Listen, child. I am not here to harm you, far from it. I have a proposal for you."

listen

get out of here! this is gaia