As I slowly ease my body down into a comfortable sitting position, resting my back against a stone in the process, I trust my sword into the moist sand next to me, before releasing my feeble grip on the hilt. For the last time, I hear myself whisper softly as I study the sword that has followed me for so long. With a heavy sigh I turn my head from it and stare at the spectacle displayed in front of me. It's quite stunning and beautiful to behold.
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Whispering Forest
