What Happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part Three

Have you ever set a trap?  A ruse so complete in its device that your enemy has to flow into it in compulsion of lust?  Imagine then a battle spread out in the broad plain below.  Terrifying monsters, bold of attack and fierce in battle rushed to that first attack.  As many as jumped in first attack in order to annihilate the forces of light which paraded in full strength of their own, they fell back of gaping wound or flung in deaths last gasp.

Those warriors of light were valiant men of former haggard concern, saved by the forces of ancient design for this moment in time.  These numbers as many as the forces of evil, making this a battle of many days.

The battle ling surged back and forth those first two long days.  Even the counter ruse of evil, to send its hideous warriors of the night upon the tired lines of light, failed as never before as Light sprang up in their face of defeat.

The third day would tell this story for all knew the battle would fall one way or the other for weight of arms or lure of deception.  That day began as the others, with the forces of evil mounting fierce charge.  Their horrid beasts of the air surged as one to overcome for those below.  These hideous beasts met their match in from the singing arrows of the Forest of Quinn and in close combat, the piercing agony of hand thrown arrowheads from the fingers of Song and her escort.  That was enough to break the aerial attack of the evil ones.  But the prophecy of a great one falling in battle was still to be fulfilled.  Who would be the one, the chosen one to fall so the others might live…

Song knew her part and set her course to meet her destiny high above and to the north of the battlefield, luring a few at first, then in growing numbers all those wicked beasts who might conquer her in battle.

Earth knew its part, setting boulder and crevasse to the north so men of evil could not pass.  Sea followed of perfect harmony of motion, reversing currents and great waves of pounding lest any ship of evil purpose choose to veer toward the north.  Wind held of quiet moment of first, settling fog of war in dense accumulation where trap was set, lest any flying beast scream of warning before it was far too late of turning away.

Song held her course as earth, sea, and sky dealt their blows of ruse.  Then in brave attendance she allowed her flight to veer in sudden change to…

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Still forces came in weight, letting battle come to point of crescendo by late afternoon.  Song led her escort in diving attacks, driving home lethal blows from singing arrows of Forest of Quinn from close range.  Seeing point of resistance welling up to her, Song felt her hand stretch back and fling five lethal arrowheads into point of formation.  That formation folded in spray of death, letting gap open in ranks of dark reach for first time in center.

Her escort dove with her, doing as same with singing arrows of Forest of Quinn  and from here and again there, savage bursts of arrowheads from their fingers, driving lead point of enemy back in disarray.

More troops assailed that point from both sides, hurling together in mad frenzy, bringing heat of battle to its height of conflict.

Flights of Hankuim showed up in lethal charge, circling first of height, then plunging down to fling death upon those of reach.

Song gathered her escort to circle back to height to prevent more of these.

She bowed her head as her time approached, knowing it was for these below that she did so.  More Hankuim and Topeek recognized her move with her escort, now low on arrows and shed of points of fingers.

In spiraling show of intricate flying, they used their numbers to push her escort into tighter curves, knowing that although each singing arrow of Forest of Quinn brought down one of their number, more joined in hot pursuit.

Song circled of purpose, drawing these away toward north of main battle.

Wind knew her time, laying rolling clouds of cover under those who flew together of great rage.  Song glanced down to see wind accomplish its part and knew moment stood for her…

Time seemed to hang still as hundreds of soldiers gasped to watch.  Tor del’ Gulle swung his mount to one side as he gained sight of advantage to her flight.

Cre – lo – Way flew of lo down into that tumbling blend of low clouds, ready for his part of ruse.

Hankuim felt time as well, diving in mad rush to see who could score mark of death upon one of these riders of Forest of Quinn of first.

Song let her bow down, having run out of arrows and finger blades.  As next Hankuim reached for her, she let lo bump her up into reach of claws, which tore through her light armor and broke into her shoulders across her back.  Lo let her go of freefall as its part of ruse.

Scream of shock of pain sounded from her, louder than her Song, casting from her to sound as bugle of defeat across battlefield.

All of lo held still as her scream echoed across land of battle and beyond, letting all know of her courage before dark reach.

Song tumbled as limp form from on high, careful to move in roll toward north, where all of battle could see.

Her escort wailed of mourn for her as their part, diving in thick formation over her so no other injury might strike.

Hankuim and Topeek all screamed of victory over hate of Cre – lo – Way and queen of Forest of Quinn.  Rapid wing beats proved each one to be next to finish her off.

She continued to plummet as limp form, letting obvious wound across her back and shoulders show plain to all.

Men of dark reach screamed of victory of charge as those men of Light fell back in moan over their loss, leading those of dark reach to spread out in chase of victory.

Tor del’ Gulle gleaned as much in quick survey and plunged ahead to lead final charge of break in lines of men of Light.

Those Tricophee still of fighting strength bounded forward for same.

Song continued her plummet of death roll, leading all Hankuim and Topeek toward north in blind race of final plunge.

As leading Hankuim were about to break through her escort to one side, wind blew of hard into cloud bank, letting that disperse in seconds.

Song shouted of glad as separated clouds reveled her fall to be into center of Forest of Quinn, hidden until now to flights of beasts.

Those beasts reared back and away in frantic clawing of air for break and run.

Forest of Quinn had waited for centuries for opportunity as such.  With deafening rattle, hundreds of lethal arrows shot up, careful to avoid tumbling form of Song.  Each beast became shuddering weight of broken flight as arrow after arrow pushed each to final roll of death.  Not one found enough turn to avoid that deadly flight from below.  Not one found recovery of blast of singing arrows of Quinn to escape.  Not one…

Cre – lo – Way smiled as he waited above Forest of Quinn, directly below her fall.  With loving arms he rose to catch her in arms of love, murmuring his care for her.  He carried her down in slow circles of great care to healing waters of Forest of Quinn.  Long branches held back and away in honor for him to lower her limp form into pool of healing.

Forest of Quinn held her with weeping care, spreading tight weave of branches above those two, taking great care of intricate weave for her safety.

Healing water surged in tribute of healing, taking that burn of pain away and reviving her form.

What tribute would Forest of Quinn impart upon their queen that would do her justice for her deed of grand design?  In her plight of ruse, she’d led the balance of those horrible beasts within range of their singing arrows of the Forest of Quinn.  Stories of how hundreds of arrows leapt from ancient force of root to destroy at last that which plagued forest for a thousand years will be told and retold for generations.  Indeed, it would take dark reach two decades to begin to replace the numbers of those beasts that fell in one moment for following the ruse of the queen of the Forest of Quinn.

Tribune was well given that next day, as Song emerged to find a victorious field of battle for the forces of light.  What tribute was that that pronounced upon Song?  That and more is revealed at last in Part Four.

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