The loud bangs rang out deep within the dark forest, vibrating the very ground beneath me. The mysterious force in this forest was infamous and unknown, yet one brave lumberjack dared to enter its depths. Rockwell Wood, the kingdom's sole lumberjack, stood at the entrance, chopping down trees despite the oppressive heat of summer. Sweat dripped down his forehead, chest, and arms as he worked, each blow echoing loudly with every strike of the axe. Rockwell would chop at the thick oaks and maples, the thick forests of his kingdom housing deep and dark secrets only known to him.