The Queen of the Forest only had one rule: Do not consider any word spoken or written by the King of the Sea.

Before the Great Shattering - before Aelementa - there were no Kingdoms. The Forest, the Sea, the Desert, the Mountain, the Swamp, the Jungle, the Plain, the Island - all were but one, and that one realm was Aetheria. Ghondaliah - Goddess of Order - ruled supreme. All was in near-perfect harmony until Gaurihe - Demigod of Turbulence - escaped his exhile. He cast a mighty spell and ushered in the Age of Deluge.

The sky bawled lawlessly for 100,000 straight days. The rain bred with the earth, and the Sea was born. Gaurihe initiated another spell and created a 100,000-day storm, ravaging the waters with lightning and thunder, violently sculpting the once-immaculate Aetheria into his own twisted masterpiece, banishing Ghondaliah to what became the Forest.

Satisfied with his deeds, Gaurihe dove to the very depths in that dark cauldron of change he had manifested, spilling and spreading his chaotic seed for eons to come.

the queen

of the forest

had one

rule

no outsiders

outsiders

did not

understand

the delicate

balance

her kingdom

maintained

that

every

petal

every

leaf

every

twig

was part

of one

luminous

whole

that

disruption

led to

destruction

only she knew

how to keep

her realm

of glass

from

shattering

she was alone

but it was

perfect

The Queen of the forest only had one rule...

She forbid any being, or thing, to take control over her own kind..

The Shadow Man of course did not follow the rule-

Now he would have to face the Queen of the forest!

#LaReinedelaforêt ©

17.10.2020—Samedi

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PE75F4ynC_U

The queen of the forest only had one rule: do not go past the border to the troubled lands past dusk. The cherry-blossom, feather-footed child took the leap and landed on the other side in the very dead of night. The knowledge of the danger and the knowledge of the risk kept all but one, a child, a feather’s breath, from crossing in the deep and chilling dark. The child on the other side, she stood to wait for death, but stood so long the light crept back. Still no harm had come to her. The queen she knew had lied to her, but no one did she tell, for she knew the dangers of which the queen warned. ’Twas ones own choice that harmed not just the crossing on its own.

The queen of the forest had only one rule:

Don't pet the ghost stallions on the northern thule

They were a gift from the west barbarians, you see

Destined to roam the lands so fast and free

Never felt hunger, never felt a touch of fear

They waited faithfully until a midnight so clear

In their master would wander with golden gear

And he rode them into an underworld drenched in despair

To show the Lost how the magical beasts lived without a care