For years people have thought that the forest its self was a living being,
and for a long time they lived with it not abusing it for their own greedy needs.
Like all good things, however, the thought and lore was not passed down to younger generations for long, and eventually the story was lost to everyone.
Years passed, and people begun to build villages around the forest, cutting down its ancient trees to make room for more people. The beings of the forest begun to grow angry with the loss of their homeland, and the forest begun to grow restless.
One night people randomly disappeared... No one knew what was happening. The people who were taken woke up feeling lost and dazed, with no idea on how they got where they were. They wandered the forest confused and alone, only to happen upon the creatures that called it home.
Occasionally, the rare hunter makes his way through the forest, only to be greeted by the dark anger of the creatures of the forest.
It's survival of the fittest.
Occasionally people get along with the forest, it isn't unheard of.
Others survived it and it's creatures and escaped alive.
And few even made it home.
The forest seems to look like a normal everyday run of the mill forest but that can all change drastically in the blink of an eye.
