December 2009
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Trees
In the very depths of the forest heart, where the darkest of magic encircles the souls of the trees, I saw the future carved in stone. Spiny tendrils of some heathen plant strangled the monument to all that was good and graceful. The animals shunned this part of the wood, for all it’s natural beauty was tainted by the shadow cast by the alter. Encrusted on an axe, embedded within the stump of a...