On a warm summer's afternoon, while talking with a faerie and a jackrabbit, Syrenna heard a thunderous crash echo through the forest. She had been on an excursion to a place called Vancouver Island in Reality, in an area of the island where some old growth trees still stood in all of their ancient glory. Springing to her feet, she ran in the direction from whence the offensive noise came! Soon, she came upon disgusting tree-falling equipment and dirty, sweaty humans in their bright reflective clothing and ugly plastic hats! She could hear other people - what they call 'the hippies' - screaming in protest behind metal fence barriers while people of 'the law enforcement' held them back.

Syrenna approached carefully, not wanting to be seen. yet. In the centre of the commotion lay a giant old tree that had been felled unnaturally. The trees that surrounded it were now broken and splintered, their parts scattered all over the place. Syrenna frowned, her whole body filling with a calm rage as she observed the scene, and when her eyes scanned the carnage they soon fell upon three large eggs that lay broken in a frayed nest crushed under an enormous broken branch.

A sad and angry cry echoed above and Syrenna looked up to see a large golden eagle circling above her; circling above the now empty space where the ancient tree had once stood. The nest and eggs had obviously belonged to this outraged eagle.

"Hey you! Get the fuck out of here!" One tree murderer said, a cigarette hanging from his leathery lips, finally noticing her standing there.

Syrenna said nothing as she glared at him. There was no way he could ever rush over quick enough to grab her, for the forest was thick with undergrowth and now debris. Syrenna, however, could walk easily through the brush as if it were naught but a wide open field.

The golden eagle swooped low and knocked the plastic hat off of the loud tree murderer's head. He flailed his arms and yelled. On the eagle's second swoop at the guy, she managed to land a few good scratched on his forearms.

Suddenly a second tree murderer jumped out of his bulldozer machine and stomped over to Loud Guy, who was hastily bandaging his bleeding arm with his shirt that he had ripped off of himself, all while still puffing on his cigarette. Dozer Dude also screamed at her, telling her to "fuck off", as it were, which was very rude indeed. So Syrenna smiled.

"I will not" She said.

"Yer gonna get fuckin' crushed!" Dozer Dude screeched.

"Get the fuck out of here! This is an active work site with machinery and falling trees! You are putting yourself in danger!" Loud Guy said.

Syrenna's smile turned sinister and she raised her arms out in front of her, calling forth her power. "Oh, I'm not the one in danger, sweetheart."

Syrenna sent her power into the branchlets that grew out of the stump of the fallen ancient tree. They grew longer and thicker and whipped around like huge octopus arms. She wrapped them around Dozer Dude's bulldozer and lifted it off of the ground. The branchlets twisted and crushed the bulldozer like it was nothing while screams and, strangely, cheering emanated from the crowd of hippies that were still trapped behind the fence of the law enforcement people.

The law enforcement people in question drew their guns and yelled into their portable radios that were attached to the fronts of their uniforms while the hippies went wild, some running away and some trying to push the fence over.

Syrenna looked up and saw the beautiful golden eagle take a few more circles above before alighting in a tree top to watch the scene below. She looked back down at the two tree murderers who seemed terrified. She smiled again as she used her power to directed more branchlets from the ancient tree stump to grow and snake through the work site, grabbing up all of the remaining machinery and crushing it in front of everyone's eyes.

"Now that I have your attention," she said loud enough for all to hear, "I suggest that you all leave here and tell all of your friends and family members what you saw and how you were all almost crushed like these machines! Because, if you don't get out of here immediately, you will be!"

And with that, Syrenna sent her power into every single living bit of foliage in the vicinity and the whole forest began writhing and swaying and wriggling! Dead branches flew into the crowd! People ran in all directions, screaming and pushing each other out of the way. Roots heaved the ground up and down like an angry ocean! Leaves and pine cones and other tree bits rained down upon the fray, and as chaos swarmed around her, Syrenna lifted her arms into the sky and directed her power into the branchlets of the stump of the ancient tree once more. She grew them thicker and thicker, and as she did, they crushed the machinery tighter and tighter. She twisted and wrapped the branchlets around each other and grew them into each other and directed them to grow up and up, into the sky. They grew taller and thicker until they formed around the stump, becoming one with it, and finally forming into a new giant tree. Parts of machinery poked out here and there from the new trunk, making it a scene to behold - a reminder to the humans to keep the fuck out of the forest!

Syrenna knew that the machinery would eventually start to drip fuel and oil, so she grew special moss around the tree to absorb and consume the offensive liquids. She would return to collect the moss and properly dispose of it later. She also grew what she called 'whistle grass' all around the clearing and well into the forest. This grass was of her own invention - grass designed to whistle when a breeze blew through it to sound like ghosts or weird things in the forest. All for the purpose of keeping humans out!

People were still screaming and running around while the forest wriggled. Syrenna sighed and her eyes fell upon the ancient fallen tree. She walked up to the giant and rested her hand on the fallen soul. She used her power to assess the condition of the tree and found that it's life force had already started to fade - she could not grow new roots for it, but she knew that it's body would not go to waste. It would become a great nurse log, giving nutrients to new generations to come. She hugged it for a good long while.

When finally all of the humans were gone, Syrenna brought her power back to herself and the forest became still once again.

The great golden eagle swooped down and landed on the fallen ancient tree beside her. Syrenna greeted her in the Silent Animal Language and the two communicated for a good while. Syrenna found out that her name was Viniveer, and since her home had just been destroyed, Syrenna invited her to come back to the Silent Island of Crow to find a new tree to call home, for all trees on the Silent Island of Crow do not fall unnaturally. Viniveer happily accepted her offer and the two new friends made their way home.

The End