A quick fire, extermination, death of a grove. Nature?s enemies, destroying Gaia?s treasure trove.

It is unfair, they say, to hunt us like some sort of animal! Calling Sapience to arms against us. We suffer too much! Artemis' Warden lay down your bounties, free us from this strife.

The reluctant removal of the call of heads, the continuous pillaging of forests left ragged, burnt, and red. And yet they wouldn't stop crying for blood of innocent creatures, of trees, and of the forests. A two-sided coin left unfairly turned, their heads safe. Their desire for suffering only if by their definition.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 743 AF.