Child of the Woodland's Whisper

She tread through a primeval forest, her feet barely disturbing a sound. Sunlight dappled the earth in flecks of silver. The breeze was thick with a scent of wet earth and rot. He tuned to the rustles of twigs, each one carrying a tale from the woods. ul li She was born in this holy place. li His ancestors were amongst the grove. li They revealed

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