the forest never gets old for gods like me…..it’s a shame that no one seems to remember me anymore,Ekric,god of the leaves and wind,god of the things that can move and dance in flight….i can hear a strange noise and I turn to face it with a slight pleasee smile on my face,is that someone to visit me?to perhaps a sacrificewhat on this earth is that sound…..it sounds like a human?’then I call outhuman child,don’t be frightened ,are you here to be my new sacrifice?’
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