You weren’t supposed to wander the forest alone, really you weren’t, but when the stresses of life became too much you couldn’t resist finding your way to the little lagoon hidden behind a curtain of weeping willows. You’re sitting peacefully on the bank when suddenly a tree above you rustles, and you look up to see a harpy perched on the branch above you. His wings swish lazily as he smiles down at you.

“Hey there,” He calls down to you, “Don’t see many of your kind out here.”