An Exerpt

In response

Once upon a time, when the woods were young, they were home to creatures who were full of magic and wonder. They protected one another and slept in the shade of a colossal fruit tree that grew on a hill. But now, the tree is dying, its branches are dry, its trunk, old and twisted. The creatures who have settled in its roots have gone blind clawing at each other, looking after their own desires, disallowing the tree to thrive... bludgeoned and drenched in pain, it lies in wait for a being small and humble, gentle and meek. For it needs not nourishment, it needs not to be watered, it needs that which only a modest rodent can bear- the power innocence has that evil cannot imagine.