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02-01-2013, 10:54 PM
“Apollo.”
A voice seems to echo, eerie and alluring as it bounces and resounds off the foliage of the forest. Wind stirs the debris of the forest ground, throwing loose leaves and tendrils of fine moss into a wispy array in the air. Despite the sound of a name being summoned, the forest seems surprisingly empty. Not a bird or small creature stirs in nature, and despite the zephyr everything else seems unnaturally still. The breeze seems to grow, intensify, and a silent hum follows it as it winds through the copious amounts of trees that give the Deep Forest it’s well deserved name. Beyond the endless expanse of trees, where the horizon becomes a thin line of earth in the distance against the sky, the first few rays of light begin to break from behind the surface. Like desperate fingers they curl toward the still dark sky, trying to chase the stars from their position, and emblazon the land with light. Not yet though, for the stars remain unmoved, and the moon sits quietly in her position, unwavering and unperturbed by the threatening presence of the sun.
“Come to me.”
Again the voice sounds, and it would seem that it was everywhere at once and then nowhere at all, bouncing and reverberating off of the woodland surroundings. The cool, smooth, crisp sound of the words on the predawn air appear to be many individual voices molded and meshed into one, the gentle caressing whisper of a lover, the calm and soothing wisdom of an elder, or the anger of an enemy. It resonates with trembling ferocity through the woods, calling from the heart of the forest, reaching out to the individual that it seeks from amongst all the others. Would he be able to resist the serein sound, or would he follow it to the source?
Only time would tell.
