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Jane strolled quietly down the gravel path her Redwood bow rattling slightly against the brown leather straps holding it in place on her back. As she walked small rocks of gravel flung in this and that direction. She sighed, her breathe white in the cold weather. She shivered vigorously as large gusts of cold wind kissed her cheeks. Her hard leather armor provided little warmth, and very little comfort. A strong certainty of running out of food in the matter of days was at a terrifying rate. A pile of brush rustled near the path she strode down. Her ears twitched at the noise and she slowly came to a stop an looked over. The rustling stopped and she shrugged.

"Come to me
Come to the old oak tree
For gratitude I will give to thee
Strength and health is needed for the path you head on
Yet it is sacred ground you tread on

Jane was immensely frightened from this sudden ghastly voice. Her spine shuddered and her eyes grew wide. She reached for her jade knife, feeling the cool rock on her fingertips it brought a slight comfort to her. Her head turned frantically trying to reach the possessor of this voice. The old oak tree? What path? Sacred ground? Jane was extremely confused and frightened. "What do you mean?" She shouted out to the still, black night.

Answers you will see
At the old oak tree
For it will only be me
And a slightly small party

She shook her head. She was so confused! "What old oak tree! What do you mean, 'a slightly small party?' Who else is there?" She ran her fingers through her hair rapidly. "Gah!" A sound from down the road caught her attention and the ghastly voice disappeared. Jane quickly un-hinged her how and struck an arrow and stretched it back focussing on the place of the sound. "Who is there!" She was up with charades. She just wanted to know why the hell was going on and she wanted to know very quickly.

A young boy sat in a tree not far away from where the girl was standing, listening to the strange music of the old oak that filtered through the area. He sat up suddenly, the girls shout of confusion disturbing his nap. He hesitated for a second then flipped upside down on the branch, hanging from his legs and called to her. "Don't go crazy because of what the old croak sings." He said with a wild grin, his ears hidden behind a hooded traveling cloak he acquired from a unlucky passerby.