Even within the confines of his short life, Chyren had faced many evils. However, something was different with this... The Forest of Anndor lay before him. A twisted maze of ancient timber, rising high, silencing the sun with its thick growth. Anndor had stood for 10,000 years, a relic of a long forgotten battle. The forest, according to legend, had once been a place of awe inspiring beauty. The sun never set, and the trees grew tall with pride beneath its unending gaze. But, Vuldrog, the dark lord of corruption, had fallen there in war. The soil, blessed with , became a breeding ground of evil thought and when burdened with the burial of such an evil guest. The trees, feeding as they do, found themselves polluted with hatred and greed. Slowly they died, and, seemingly, all life faded from Anndor......
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