Shaman Armstrong heard the mighty voices of the immortal trees, a lost language from the oldest age, as natural as the world itself.

"I have protected this forest from the first days, when the celestial loom still wove this earthly tapestry.

You are the only being to trick me and I have kept your secret remembered for uncountable moons.

I am an elder fey, and I will be here at the end, when the stars burn out and we are consumed by the abyss of silence. And I will bear my grudge until that day. You were a fool to return here."

"I will release you from our pact under two conditions," said she. "You must let us leave here free from harm. And you must remind me of my secret."

The trees shook with fury, but the wind whispered in her ear.

"Ah, yes, that's right..."

"What as it," asked Shaman Armstrong as she strode away.

"My name."

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