It was her job to watch, keep record of the destruction, but not interfere without an explicit ordered to do so.
\nThat was why she was asked out and not something else.
\nShe’s at the Dozen feet off the ground, settled into a fork of a tree branch, blending in with the Shadows.
\nHer Keen eyes watched as only Paces away, the humans used with their shrieking, noxious machines to tear down tree after tree, chewing through the Trunks and sending debris clattering to the Earth.
\nThey did this from sunrise to sunset, for days at a time.
\nShe could still not understand the reason why.
\nThe proud trunks were blocking no Road, harming no traveler, and not even interrupting of you for the humans.
\nTheir settlements were still Beyond sight from the tree line.
\nAnd yet, they still tour plants from the roots and dragged their corpses from their home.
\n4 months, she had watched the slow progress of Destruction as the humans heartlessly continued onward cutting swathes through the forest.
\nToday, she was through simply watching everything unfold.
\nShe didn’t care what the consequences would be.
\nOnly that she no longer only watched the destruction.
\nShe was going to cause some of her own.
\nWhen the sun disappeared behind the tree line, the humans left their vehicles, shutting off their loud cries and leaving them in their positions for the next day.
\nInstead of leaving her post and heading back to Terez,
\nShe waited for the sun to fully set, and the Darkness to creep forward, before she climbed down and explored the camp.
\nThere were three monstrous machines among the ruin the land.
\nEach had their openings covered with glass, probably for security and safety.
\nBut by hurling a large enough Stone enough times, that glass shattered, gaining her entry.
\nTaking her time, she tore at the insides, smashing with The Rock and slicing with her short blade.
\n4 hours she worked, relishing the feeling that the destruction of the land would cease.
\nWhen she was finally done, she was covered with black vehicle blood,
\nBut she walked home feeling every ounce of hero.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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