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forest gather around me and welcome me, like they’ve never seen a human before. They approach me lovingly, and affectionately nuzzle their faces into my legs, and when I eventually decide to sit down on the grass, they snuggle in my lap. There are ra

ell him. Ember nudges my head playfully with his head, when he finds me and then runs in circles, excited. He leaps at

ve, making it appear magical. Green vines and violet flowers adorn the walls and

her, and must turn right, where the cave ends. Sunlight shines through a rectangle-

it outside, it’s like a waterfall. I let the water fill my cu

ome,’ I say smiling, and look down at Ember

for me, and I won't out

able with the large stump, and two stools to sit on, with the two smaller stumps. ‘This will do just fine,’ I say, fee

at Ember's sweet furry face. Lying on my bed with Ember snuggled up next to me, I listen to the sound o

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m quietly, without making my presence known. I sit up high in a tree, and listen

they are unnatural beings who should be eradicated. They say were

do occasionally he

hidden until they pass through. My forest is the only land neither king rules. It’

the two kingdoms: West Wallow, the human realm, ruled by King Fenris,

his kingdom. Werewolves are blessed with a mate the Moon Goddess selects. Upon o

. The humans speculate: perhaps his mate has passed away, before he has had a chance to meet her? Or perhaps the Moon Goddess has cursed him, and he will be mateless indefinitely?

extin

n and heirs to the throne. Without heirs, the people of West Wallow

ly, humans and soldiers have come into my forest for food, gathering eno

ipped the forest bare. The animals are hunted, killed, and used for their meat and their fur. It’s heartbreaki

tated and inconsolable. Ember looks at me, and his eyes glaze over. I see and feel the hurt in his e

sky and heavy rain begins to pour down on us. The ra

’ I say. When I manage to s

ong, I feel like my heart brims w

who are clearly shocked by my presence, can't believe what they’re seeing. Both men wear tunics, and breeches, and have knives in their belts. The woman, who wears a dress and a shawl, carries a long, thick, stick, with rabbits tied to it.

gust of wind almost knocks them over. They run away quic

wn on a bench and looks at Fay and Ed. Fay rests the stick with ra

s so angelic, her skin glowed, and her eyes were violet. She was scary

wind and almost

a

cess. Why would she tell us to get out of

ryone in the village about what they have heard and seen, and a few of their neighbours believe them. A few of their neighbours have h

rincess, and children beg their parents to tell