Finland's Druid Society
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"My child, why are you crying?"
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Janny looked around her, unable to find its concrete origin. And the worst of all, it sounded like the voice of her mother, somewhat. Like the voice of the mother that died in front of her eyes.
"Who are you?!"
As Janny cried, Jose and Aria panicked, looking at her in confusion. Aria, the youngest of the trio, continued sobbing, scared of Janny's screams. Jose calmed her down, telling Janny that she was simply hearing an owl or something.
"Calm down Janny, I know this is hard and all, but…"
"No, I heard it! Someone asked me why I was crying…"
As she fell to her knees and began to think it was indeed just her imagination, the young girl heard the voice again. This time, it was even more gentle than before, full of love.
"I am not an illusion. And I am not an owl either… My dear child. I am the forest itself."
"T-The forest…?"