The tiny 11 year old girl made her way through the woods, her chocolate brown ringlets bouncing as she skipped towards the pulsating hum coming from the heart of the forest. Her caramel brown eyes widened as the towering, conical trees surrounding her almost seemed to sing, their voices carrying her towards the otherworldly sound deep inside the woods. The tiny girl’s name was Amara. She lived in the town bordering the Whispering Pines, Ashenvale. The tiny stone cottage, with