Pasen has a minion!

Woodland Following the Springtime

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He stood in the center of the forest, in all of his glory. Vines wrapped around his pale body, as if offering some protection from the elements of the forest, but it wasn't needed. His lithe form was something of a mystery. How could someone so old look so young? He was pretty, a baby face with a set of golden eyes and hair. Flowers were stuck haphazardly into his curly locks, but the ensemble seemed flawless. Upon his back was a set of translucent wings. They were really just for show, as he could only glide using them.

He walked to a tree and gently touched its trunk, as if caressing it. He felt the tree shiver underneath his touch. Ah, yes, it knew him well. He continued his walk, his bare feet not making a sound on the forest floor. Animals peeked out of their hiding spots to watch him. A butterfly came forward and landed on his shoulder, and a fawn began to trail behind him.

He stopped at what looked like a dead tree. It was black, and decrepit. It hadn't sprouted leaves in centuries. He walked forward and got down on his knees in front of the tree. The insect on his shoulder stayed put, slowly moving her wings outward and in, as if threatening to take off at any second. The fawn stayed back, watching from afar like it had been taught.

"Pasen... The forest... Is in trouble." The tree whispered to him.

"Yes mother. I have been watching." He said back.

"But there is nothing we can do. The perpetrator this time is out of our realm."

"But there must be something! I have to find a wa-"

"Pasen." There was a sigh. "It is over. We are finished."

With angry tears in his eyes he stood and began running. He didn't know where, but he just couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up. He had not protected this forest for thousands of years for it to just simply be over with.

He ran and ran and ran. He didn't notice that the butterfly was still holding on, nor that the fawn was leaping behind him, trying his best to catch up with the Forest Guardian. But as soon as his foot hit outside of the forest, he crumpled down into a powerless heap on the soil. It was no use. He could never leave the forest.

Pasen slowly crawled back into the forest, and once his strength was back he stood. He felt the gentle licks of the fawn on his hand when the noises started. That ungodly, awful and loud screeching of the iron beasts. He gritted his teeth. It was all their fault. His forest used to expand hundreds of miles. Until they came and began to take it all away! He let out a growl and began running along the line of the forest until he got to the point where the screeching was loudest.

The giant, iron beasts were there, with their clawed hands. They were cutting away at his forest, knocking the trees down and loading their carcasses onto their backs. He glowered at them. But, without their masters, the iron beasts would do nothing. It was all their human masters' faults. The ones who rode them. The ones who instructed the iron beasts to chop down his trees.

He refused to sit back and watch. He got back down on his knees and placed his hands on the soil. He wouldn't go down without a fight.

Transferring his energy from his earthly vessel to the ground, he closed his eyes. Vines began sprouting from the soil, wrapping around the iron beasts and pulling down on them, crushing them. A few vines found the human masters, wrapping around their throats and suffocating them. The screeching stopped. It finally stopped.

He stood, opening his eyes. The scene was beautiful to him. Nature winning over the humans. He smiled and turned, walking away.

He wasn't going down without a fight.


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