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“The little tree should look around, look at the forest, so feral and wild. Does it really think that the forest is defending itself?” Came the voice in reply, a query, so innocently spoken, and yet so very, very bold. “The little tree has never seen its home this way before, has it? Never seen the Forest of Light in darkness, the truth of what it is.”
There was something about the faery’s words, casually spoken and cool as they were, that really struck a chord deep within one’s soul. The carefree nature of what was being said, intermingled with the intense graveness of it all…It was all very ominous, almost frightening, though the real question was, was it true?
“This one could show the little tree the way, but it wonders…what does the little tree hope to achieve in the shadow city?”
A small smile played on the demure creature’s face; it knew more than it was letting on, that much at least seemed so.
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