The glade awakens...skinks die...

.....she slowly stretched her arms.... the long wood limbs cracked with loud sounds that echoed through the forest...Azrotha look down at her "hands", which were basicly wooden claws with dagger sized fingers... daggers that were still dripping with reptilian blood...

...weak...nervous....full of fear..... the feelings that she had when she ripped those little lizards appart limb from limb... why was I awokened ? ....she could not believe that those little, pesky creatures were even remotely important enough that the wood had woken her....

....what were those creatures doing in her glade?... and what were they doing in the nearby swamps.... where had all the forest gone?... She was confused, and she did not like that feeling....her eyes started to glow even more fiercely, cascading the trees around her with that same blue pale light that radiated from her... confused..... That made her angry....

...what to do next?.... her younger sisters had already awoken and more were slumbering, for now.... She would awake them all, and march out...she would make them pay...their blood would nourish the ground and feed the trees...yes, that would be the right thing to do..... the wood demands vengeance..

....slowly but fluently the wood spirits of the glade moved out..darting among the trees and bushes.....into the marches....where the killing would continue....