Sta.sh
"The Eldwood is a massive forest, so large it's said that to cross the Eldwood you could start walking at one edge of the wood and walk an entire lifetime and never come close to the other side..."
When I was a child my grandfather tell me this as a story, to remind me how large and miraculous the world was. He said that there were more trees in the Eldwood then there were stars in the sky, and that some said that it was not the Eldwood that grew from Aarde, but the Aarde, the world, that grew from it. I took comfort in that, knowing that hidden amoungst the trees, someplace so old and so safe, the Giants would never find us.
When I was older, my father would remind me,
"...To cross the Eldwood you could start walking at one edge of the wood, and you would never survive to see the other side..."
But, by then I knew why. The Eldwood had stood longer then the age of Giants, longer then the age of Man, longer then anyone could possibly know.
The Eldwood was old, but it was never safe.
Men came to the Eldwood to escape the Giants, because we knew it was the only place they would not go. What, I wonder do the Giants fear here? Surely our struggles, the Winter King, Wolf Drakes, Forest Kin, the Satyr, were no match for the Giant's might. But then who knows what lurks at the forest heart? Who would dare it?
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