In the distance, my falcon flies, circling above a clearing in the

forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it falls to the ground to its

death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the direction of its final cry. I

enter the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I view an

unnatural spectacle of ancient fallen trees.



This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with no sign of

movement save for the stain of my form. The spell of age has

woven its evil intent upon this hallowed ground as beneath the

grey clouds the forest was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation

and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene played out

before me. How these giants have fallen. Their majesty, their

power, and all that they were are as dust to the soil and returned

to the earth. I know not why.



I plead with Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she explains

it thus;