A Strange Force

A mysterious darkness conquered the wilds of Acadia. Archfey speak of a blue light that came from the sky and struck a sacred grove, penetrating deep into the wild's underdark. For hundreds of years, the wilds had been carved by Fey who were challenged and destroyed by the wild's energy. All was destroyed at the sacred grove, all but a lone sapling, but the sapling rejoiced in her life, and revelled in the colors of the eternal dusk found only within the realm of the faeries. She exulted over hearing the voices of humans, as she understood them, for she also understood that of animals, and had a longing to be out with them to socialize and run free. Her fate was now left to the harsh environments of the corrupted grove, happily she would share it with the others in the twisted forest who wilted long ago, until it was a humoresque voice could be heard on the winds. The earth as well emanated some uneasy rumblings; the trees mourned in crying sobs; the world began to speak to her of how the balance must be restored. A moment later, everything had become muted, and a sudden renewal of life rushed in the grove. The winds brought autumn scents, and the animals began to sing a chorus, the ever-setting sun painted the flowers beautiful shades of red yellow, and orange. The symphony of nature faded into a distant echo, and then into a hazy memory, but she now understood a little more about nature and about what she truly was. A soul of unyielding wanderlust, spellbound by nature; she was infused with bark, roots, vines, and flowers. As aging had seemed timeless, she was now an adult Spriggan. Her eyes and core had begun to glow with a vibrant and mystical light that seems to dance around like fireflies, and her body merged with her woodland demesnes, as she may go wherever she pleases, she will need to rely on the world to survive.