Amidst the buildings of all shapes and sizes, there resided a park which felt almost subversive in its creation or existence. The Tall trees, verdant grass and a peaceful environment were all subsequent to the busy streets of the city. Otherwise known as the Whispering Woods, this was a section whereby one was able to get some relief from the sound and activity of the people in cities.
A park’s zealots included a young woman, Anya, among the visitors. She adored strolling in the woods and breathed the air of nature around. More often to an extent, she would be found seated erect under the old oak tree in the middle, listening to the chirp of the birds and swaying of the leaves.
There was one occasion when Anya was resting beneath the oak and suddenly, she heard a distant quiet. It was soft, and hardly above a whisper, a thin voice that came of also the array of the park. Leveling her gaze with the distance, Anya's ears cocked up waiting to catch whatever it was.
“Help us,” the voice was loud and clear. “Free us.”
Anya's heart raced. It was something which she had not known before. She began to scan the area but found it to be empty. The strange voice seemed to speak from a distance, somewhere beyond the bushes and shrubs profusely around.
Resolving to quell her curiosity as well as follow her instincts, Anya opted to take action. Anya sat up straight and leaned forward as the voice lured her deep into the woods beyond the cover of the trees’ foliage. The leaves crunched beneath her footsteps as she moved along. The canopies and bulk of the trees increased as they extended upward while it also filled the place with the elongated silhouettes that moved gently in the wind.
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Along the way, Anya saw that some trees had odd markings on their surfaces. These included some ancient symbols that were inscribed on the surface of the bark. The voice became more impatient, sorrowful even.
“We are stuck, trapped,” it shouted. “We require your assistance.”
Eventually, Anya stepped into a circular space encroached by taller trees. In the middle of this open area, there was a big stone that had moss growing all over it. The voice became even more persistent as she neared the boulder.