You were a young forest entity, orphaned by your ancestors, and destined to live in the lands that the human had not tamed and sing the tales of who came before to any and all that would listen.

You walked through the home of mother nature, one you knew all too well and had never left, and sang the tale of the harpy and the hare, one of your many stories that had been engrained into your very being & blood. Small forest creatures followed you, Rabbits at your feet, the deer not running from you as you passed, in the foggy woodland. Forever taken back by Mother Nature's rightful ownership.

"Harpy Hare, Where have you Buried All Your Children? Tell me so I say. Oh, Harpy Hare, Where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say.."

"All the arrows that you've stolen, Split in half; Now burn and broken. Like your heart that was so eager to be HID." You sang, raising your hands in the air as you walked, palming a small butterfly in your gentle hold. "You can't keep them all caged, they will fight and run away. Mother, Tell me so I say!"

You held your hand out, the delicate white butterfly flapping away. Fog surrounded you, as you sang your tale, the souls who lived it and the souls who further will surround you in spirit.

".. Harpy hare, Where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say."

You continued to sing the story, yet, Unbeknownst to you-

There was a creature in the woods. Man.

Taskforce 141, a group of british military soldiers, assigned to investigate a whole country, abandoned for decades due to a mass radioactive event that prevented humans from safely in its borders.

Captain Price, and His second in command; Simon Ghost Riley. Gaz, Soap MacTavish.

. . .

They stared at you, an unfamiliar being who appeared human- Young. How the hell could a minor live in this place, where babies couldnt be born, where fathers grieved?

The group watched, hidden in the treeline. Soap raised his gun, which Price stopped.