[DonCorazon]

Foul winds that some called a god’s breathe, but others said were forge clouds, blew in from the East. The sky itself had aborbed their reddish tint, now like a blood-soaked rag. There they say, men are shackled in chains and called thralls, while the beasts of the wild woods are slaughtered and left to rot.

The Elders say that the when the earth is ailing it manifests its fury in the form of a woman so beautiful that to see her is to witness paradise lost. Those who gaze upon her for even the briefest instant are transformed into a monument to the earth's glory.

She will descend from the skies, they say, and cleanse this world of its teeming vermin, restore the ancient groves older than any civilization, and unshackle the spirits of the wild to run free once again with no fear of fire and iron. Nothing will be left of man but mossy statues in the glade.