I was on my way towards the Well of the Forest that my village uses to drink , It was far from the depths of the strange forest , it was called the strange forest because the peasants in my village tell about it strange stories As strange creatures and maneuvers, but I never believed them, not till now, as i stood with wide teary eyes, trembling, looking at the creature sitting to the well, a man, with wings, i fell back, in horro