Chapter Six
Her boughs stretch wide across the pine-strewn earth, and her head is held high in the heavens; a crown of needles upon her brow.
She sees all who enter her kingdom; she knows them intimately before they leave and before her, she makes them bow.
No creature is immune to her stare; no man can resist her lure.
She feeds on blood, bone, and sorrow, giving life to her children so pure.
Gentle forest breezes sing her praises; upon the dull lips of earth is her name.
She is the forest; she is the mountain; she is a world that no one can tame.
-Unyielding Stare; Tamrah Jenn
Within the hour, a thick darkness fell upon the forest. Rhiannon had found a narrow road winding back through the trees and followed it.
She touched her chest, right above her right breast where her birthm
