Isolde walked through the dark forest of Hemlock, brushing her fingers over the trees as she did. She carried a black rose in one hand, matching the one that adorned her long hair. Hemlock was her favorite part of the mortal realms. How beautiful it was, in its darkness and chaos, home to all the evil Faes of Faetasia.She paused finally, under a rather large old tree on the edge of a clearing. Even though there was a round circle free of trees, the light was still shafted, creating a blend of shadows and light that rather appealed to her as she walked into it. She twirled the rose she carried between her fingers, feeling rather bored. 'Wouldn't it be lovely to find something to amuse me?'
