Sometimes referred to as ‘The Death of Plants’, the Hummingbird devours all
the moisture from any plant it touches, leaving nothing but a dry dead
husk.
FjordOak had relished his freedom as a Walker, but the end drew
near. Once his life bud bloomed, his inner light would fade and he
would be bound to the soil once again, to stand guard as a silent
sentinal of the Ringwood until the end of days.
Maddie didn’t have many friends at school. She creeped the other
kids out, maybe it was the way she stared. Luckily for them she had
her Father’s eyes.