A thick blanket of fog hung upon the air, the scent of death slowly carried upon the near dead breeze. For all the work that had been done in an attempt to prevent it, the Dead Forest had spread at the hands of the Sayormi. For countless ages they found with the Wookiees and the Dead Forest seemed to wax and wane as it was healed and corrupted. With this cycle there was a girl, disposed of, forgotten in the deathlayers of Kashyyyk. Though for some reason as a hand was about to end such a life, another snatched her from destruction. Now here we are, so many years since she was saved, the one that they called Marmora emerged from the thick fog. A small smirk upon her lips as she stepped forward.
The thick clouds of fog seemed to swirl and wisp around her, this Witch of the Dead Forest. She had spent many years learning of the power that the Sayormi held, learning how to harness it and turn it into a gift. Slowly she brought up a vial from whence it had sat upon her belt, the liquid a strange concoction of bubbling green with an eye floating in it. Carefully those slender fingers pulled at the small plug before a low pop emitted from the bottle. The strange liquid released a vapor that slowly waft up before the vial was overturned. As it hit the roots of the tree that she stood before, she watched in anticipation as the bark began to dry and crack.
Those creatures that had lived within began to rush out as the bark slowly turned black. Her smokey grey eyes watched with glee as the potion added another tree to the Dead Forest. That was all that she needed to see, and that was the last of what she was to learn from the Sayormi. She was a witch in her own right, and her home would always be that of The Dead Forest, yet the voices that whispered within her head pushed her, urged her to leave the world.
Now such an action was easier said than done, though she knew that there was always a means to the end. A smirk crossing her lips as she slowly made her way along the paths that she had so traveled before. Moving along them as the fog seemed to follow her, swirling around her as if it were a cloak. Her eyes turned skyward, looking upon the large Wroshyr Trees and all that which was held beyond them.
The thick clouds of fog seemed to swirl and wisp around her, this Witch of the Dead Forest. She had spent many years learning of the power that the Sayormi held, learning how to harness it and turn it into a gift. Slowly she brought up a vial from whence it had sat upon her belt, the liquid a strange concoction of bubbling green with an eye floating in it. Carefully those slender fingers pulled at the small plug before a low pop emitted from the bottle. The strange liquid released a vapor that slowly waft up before the vial was overturned. As it hit the roots of the tree that she stood before, she watched in anticipation as the bark began to dry and crack.
Those creatures that had lived within began to rush out as the bark slowly turned black. Her smokey grey eyes watched with glee as the potion added another tree to the Dead Forest. That was all that she needed to see, and that was the last of what she was to learn from the Sayormi. She was a witch in her own right, and her home would always be that of The Dead Forest, yet the voices that whispered within her head pushed her, urged her to leave the world.
Now such an action was easier said than done, though she knew that there was always a means to the end. A smirk crossing her lips as she slowly made her way along the paths that she had so traveled before. Moving along them as the fog seemed to follow her, swirling around her as if it were a cloak. Her eyes turned skyward, looking upon the large Wroshyr Trees and all that which was held beyond them.