When the moon shines brightly over the disturbed hills, that overlook the valley. A slight chilly wind blows as a deep night approaches, and the residents that replaced the forests rest in their new homes.
The wind blows softly into their homes, through the hidden cracks underneath new doors, and the unseen cracks of ill placed window frames. A slow moving wind that as the mists appears on what's left of the ancient forest, carrying an ancient and unknown force with the wind.
A force, whispered about by the ancient forest dwellers, long before people drove cars and had electricity. These whispers were passed on for centuries, through stories that became legends, until one day, the last forest dwellers moved away, enticed by a new life in the Towns and Cities that grew around the forest.
Once established in the new urban forest of the coming modern age, the forest lay abandoned, and the stories became forgotten, as the dwellers became City dwellers. The forgotten knowledge of what really lay in the dark, and sinister forest above the new urban jungle below, was seemingly lost forever.
But the winds still howled, and upon a bright moon, something was carried by the very same winds that haunted the elders, now with no one to haunt or to taunt with the emptiness of the forest, except perhaps a homeless vagabond or a love struck couple seeking privacy away from the prying eyes of townsfolk.
Who would of thought as the centuries had passed, that the settlement below had become a City, a vast modern City with the tell tale signs of modernization. An expanding urban center of humanity, that came from not only the area, but from other Islands and even other Countries- mingling below the still quiet forest above.
As the city grew, then the need to find a beautiful and cool place to live fell upon the first building of dwellings in the forest, since the lost ancients had abandoned it, so many centuries before. Not the crude mud and twig dwellings of yesterday, but the fine brick and marble swellings of today.
The descendants of the ancients were returning, centuries later. In many cases mixed descendents who never knew their bloodline was from the forest. Other strangers who through the centuries had made the city, below the forest home, now looked up and saw happiness, above the now crowded and dusty place, they call home.
So, even the deep depths of the undisturbed forest were now home to a new generation of forest dwellers, who earned their living not from the forest, but the City below. A generation whose presence, awoke something in the trees, and the air. Something, no one could imagine, except perhaps in a bad dream.
The rebirth of the mysterious presence of the forest, was complete when removal trucks arrived, and the pleasant noise of happy children, and anxious parents filled the dead air in the forest.
And as the moon rose that first night, the gentle wind blew whispers from within the remaining wooded areas, whispers that moved from each corner of the new settlement. Ancient whispers that the new residents failed to hear, seeping through the mists that appear after sunset.
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