in the lake of a deep forest, swimming around was a swan. Dipping its head into the waters of nuthatch it dipped its head back up and looked at the moonlight. Looking at the trees it…carved from poems it clucked sheepishly, only when it took notice of a bee flying around “Ode” who was a small bee and Erics best friend. It started to buzz around and warn him “eric eric!! Hunters!! They’re coming I saw them in the banks!” without warning Eric in his form frantically started to look around for cover but when he heard a teig snap he looked into the eyes of a hunter pointing an arrow at him…