The dark, gloomy shadows in the core of the woods. Berry’s and acorn’s crunching under my boots like a crisp. Tree’s closing in like a gate of a castle. Tall towing tree’s as tall as a turret. The green leaves under Eiòn’s feet crushing like your back teeth.
Eiòn walked bravely through the core of the forest his fear and bravery stuck in his heart.