She sighed, laying her head back against the tree. How lucky she was, to have this loyal forest, all to herself. This forest that loved no other, that spoke not of her secrets but only of the beauty of its children.

"No," I said, keeping my ground. "But we have to!" My friend pleaded, tugging at my arm. I bit my lip. "We'll get in trouble." I said nervously. "No we won't!

The man stood, shovelling bloody corpses into his cart

In a former battleground, as ordered by superiors

He looked to the sky, wondering if what he was doing was morally good,

Once upon a time there was a queen of a small kingdom. The Queen’s name was Willow and she ruled the Kingdom named GrassLand.

I am blindfolded.

I cannot see.

She leads me through the woods.

Holding my hands and walking backwards.

I smile and laugh, feeling free.

She stops, and so do I.

What is it? I ask her.