She called me here to the edge of this wood. The tops of the trees gently brush the sky with gentle loving strokes. I inhale the fresh air of the newborn summer. The wind has beckoned me here to this forest of fae. She tells me of a king with an antler crown, and wisdom for those willing, or worthy to hear.

Come now, tread carefully in this wood. Listen intent-fully to the sound of his thundering hooves, run with him now, hurry and catch up! Listen to the voices of the fae, an be bestowed with the knowledge olde!