"Shhhhh....." whispered the dry voice from the top of the gnarly willow tree. " She can't know about this..." The source of the voice was an old man with a short beard, and deep, penetrating blue eyes, eyes that seemed to stare into your soul and see the longings, the deepest longings of your heart. " Be quiet!" came the snappy reply from a young, tall boy, known for his unyielding temper and meaningless words. "No....., my son, you must learn how to control your temper, and to control your mind and thoughts, and most of all, your visible actions. You can clearly see her down there, looking around for us. She knows we are nearby...." The young boy shifted his seat on top of the tree, and in the process of doing so, made a CRACK! that resounded for many times in the dark woods. "Shhh......", the old man whispered, but it was already too late. The girl lifted up her eyes, and smiled in a way that was enough to make both males on the tree shiver in sheer terror of her. She opened her mouth, and said............" TO BE CONTINUED