With in the deeps of Mythwood, lives one of the most ancient of elves, named Anora. People around these part call her a spirit, a guardian of the forest. Others called her a demon, and blamed mysterious deaths on her. Though it was hard for her to be offended, seeing as she'd killed countless in her life time. She did not care if the humans cut down a tree or two, to build a house, or keep themselves warm in the winters. It was a entirely different thing when humans cut wood, for their fancy ships, and grand mansions. Killing for survival, is natural. Killing for greed, is a sin. That is what Anora believed.<br/><br/>Still it had been some time sense she killed a man now. The tales of the, Lady in the wild, kept people in check, no matter how true or false the stories were. Let them think of her, as a evil abomination, if they wished. As long as they did not abuse the forest, she lived in peace within it.<br/><br/>The full moon, stood high in the air, piercing threw the veil of shadows, within the forest. Anora stepped past the trees, her silver hair glowing threw the shades of night, reflecting off her smooth, naked skin. She placed herself before a great oak, one that Anora had known for many years now, indeed, it was the last tree still alive, that had been here when she arrived. But it did not have much time left in the world. It was covered with many withered branches, but only a few old leaves left. She stroked the surface of the tree with one hand, and pressed her head up against its bark. It was so silent now, she could barely hear it whisper to her. She simply sat there for a long time, before she parted her lips in song.<br/><br/>Dragon Age: Origins -- "Leliana's Song" (Soundtrack) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmwCNma6nSU#ws)<br/><br/>She sang as she'd always done at full moon. She sang for her people, and she sang for the forest. Her beautiful voice echoed throughout the woods, causing trees to shudder, and join in, in their silent whispering voices. The humans called it a siren, calling women and children in, so that Anora would steal their beauty. But through out all her years, no one had ever came to see her sing, but the animals. Only they knew the words, and the beauty behind them.