By The Power of Grayskull

Leaning back against the trunk of a tree, Varod looked up at the sky. It was so beautiful, while around him the trees were all dead and rotting. It had taken quite awhile to climb up the one he was in, yet now he was at least twenty feet in the air.

Irritated, he felt rather angry at what they'd done to his forest. What happened to it? This was his home!

Rhyme walked silently through the forest. Her hood covered her eyes, he white hair flowed behind her. She felt a presence in the forest but ignored it and kept walking.