Deep within the Forest of Light, Lindelea Amalda was sitting at the base of a large redwood Tree and singing a beautiful song in her native tongue. This was a morning ritual for Lindelea as it was her duty to sing to all of the Trees of the Forest. Through her singing, the Trees of the Forest of Light came to life, grew strong and thrived. Her songs were unique and created a warm breeze throughout the Forest when she sang. In her younger days, her clan saw that Lindelea had a special gift for easing the Trees which had become weary since the last Oro Haryon had passed in the Spring many years before. They instantly knew that the gift had been passed to the young Lindelea, thus, making her the Laita of the clan. She sat at the base of the redwood on this fine morning and sang the song of her ancestors. She fingered the twigs and rocks around her on the ground as she sang and let her mind drift.
Lindelea was a restless and curious soul. She wanted to do as the leaders of the clan wished, but she could not help but wonder what lay beyond the Forest. She knew that leaving would cause the Trees to become sick once again as they had after the passing of the Oro Haryon, known as the Dark Days. During these years, the leaves fell from the Trees and turned to a golden brown and the cold crunch of death could be felt under foot as the clan traveled throughout the Forest. The skies grew dark and the Forest was quiet, save the cracking of the Trees as limbs and leaves fell to the Forest floor. "How could I ever let the Darkness fall upon them again?", she wondered.
