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"No one shoulder ever destroy that forest, it's the only thing protecting this village and the last person who tried to, well it didnt end well..." Beth glanced at the books, "It might be in there, but than again it was so long ago many just believe it myth." Beth opened the cover to the oldest book, flicking through the pages carefully. Not reading the words just simply looking at the different hands that had written in the book over the years.
"I remember my dad telling me about it when he found out I went to the forest all the time, I guess he hoped it would frighten me and make sure I wouldn't enter the forest again, but the story only served to intrigue me." Beth turned to smiled at the Kitsune.
"It was said that long ago, this village was governed by a demon. The demon had learnt about the power of the woods and wanted to suck up all it's power for itself, so it hid itself by becoming the governor and gaining the trust of the people. It finally convinced them to let it destroy the forest and it did, slowly but surely people watched as the trees were cut away and the demon grew stronger. Once the forest was gone however bad things started to happen, the things the forest protects us from came through and began to eat babies and murder people, the people grew scared but the demon refused to do anything as he didnt care for the village. However one day, a young women arrived in the village and the demon fell in love with her beauty, she drew the demon back towards the destroyed forest. She drew him towards the border of our village and when he crossed it to try and follow the maiden, he vanished. The forest regrew faster, stronger and denser than it had last time and some say that their is a difference about the forest, whether it be the demons evil magic or lost souls wondering the trees nobody knows. Everyone just agreed that the forest should never be destroyed which is why with all the previous governors trying to cut it down again, none succeeded."
Beth finished her story as she closed the old book, a light spray of dust bursting from the pages.