I walk through my forest. It's mine now. I'm done running away from it. This forest is like the many thousands of our world. Angry. They are all angry. Humans and Elves and Dragons have done nothing but scar the earth. I'm sick of it. I'm here to correct mankind's weaknesses. I walk to a small village in the clearing of my forest. 

A small Earth Elf settlement. Earth Elves, how I hate them, they abuse nature despite good intentions. This small village is bringing doom to my forest. Every day they cut, burn, and destroy the trees. They abuse their power over my forest. I'm done with it. Isra may not have had the opportunity to take back what rightfully belongs to us. But now I do. 

I walk to the village. I see more and more elves disrespect my trees and I watch as they butcher the deer that live here. I come to their festival. They turn and look at me.

"What are you doing here?" One asked me. 

He was bigger. His hand had a knife soaked in deer's blood.

"You should stop hurting my forest." I say.

He let out a laugh.

"Oh? And who is telling me this?" He asked.

"I am the spirit of this forest. I am warning you depart now or else." I say.

He let out another laugh. All the elves having fun throwing things at the trees laughed. I let out a sigh.

"So be it." I say.