Deep in the forest is where the flowers grow the most vibrant. All kinds of daisies, lilies, and even hyacinths bloom in all different kinds of colors that Demeter had blessed them with. Fields of flowers and clovers covered the forest floor beneath the dancing feet of the Dryads and Saytrs that frolicked in honor of their goddess.

Yes, everything is very peaceful with the faeries giggling, the Dryads making flower crowns, and the breeze being cool. But the breeze never had a sharp point, always as calm and free flowing as the Nyad's spring of water in the distance . An arrow whizzed past as a voice cussed in the distance.

"Damnit." Said the voice as it stepped forward. An elf stepped forward, bow in hand. "It got away." The peculiar man sounded rather frustrated, yet reserved in his speech. Immediately, his words were understood as a deer dashed across the forest, weaving between trees in its hurry to get away from the hunter.