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Friday, November 25, 2005
Falaren of the Wood
For as long as anything had been, so too had Falaren. That is not to say he was immortal, as all that ever is, does soon perish; but what lingers beyond and within that which can be seen and felt cannot be contained nor qualified like those of material existence. And so it is that what exists after, before, and between a life of flesh or wood or light is something that holds more than simple earthly sensation and being. Falaren, like the infinite multitudes before and after him, was now as he once was and undoubtedly will be an infinite amount of times again: A purpose. A purpose that spawns will and substance. This is just an accounting of once again what always is:

Something changed. The idea lingered but a moment in Falaren's mind before it was dismissed. He didn't particularly care what had changed, and certainly with the forest canopy rushing up towards him, he didn't have the time even if he had wanted to care.

He lithely flipped his body so that he now faced the treetops that sped towards him. Without thought, he knew that Seria, his immense eagle companion was swooping down to slow his fall. As he passed the first branches during his descent, Seria clamped her mighty claws around his shoulders and flapped her giant wings against the force pulling Falaren down. Quickly calculating the best course of action, Falaren called upon the power the spirits allowed him. With a few words and deft hand movements, the trees around Falaren suddenly erupted in motion. The branches started to curve towards him, entangling him as he fell. He slowed quickly and painfully, as the branches didn't take any care to make his abrupt stop very comfortable. Letting out a bloodied cough and gathering himself up onto some of the outstretched branches, Falaren found himself looking down some one hundred or so feet towards the forest floor. Better to hit a few branches than the unforgiving earth. He looked up, noticing that Seria had perched herself just above the newly tangled branches of the trees. He nodded at her; she gave a shrill call and took flight towards the open sky.

As Falaren reached the safety of flat ground, he took in the sensations of the forest all around him. This was his domain. This was his reason for being. He was the keeper and guardian of these woods, and he would keep them safe from whatever unnatural occurrances dared to threaten their life and longevity.

With a familiar duty set in mind, Falaren began to make his way through his woods. He set out to keep the natural balance intact, and wondered where this task would take him first.

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