I sat amongst the gnarled roots of the ancient trees. I stared at the sun beams poking gently through the leaves. Pulling out my journal I began to write. “Deep in the ancient forest there lived an elven princess.” As I wrote I could almost see the story coming to life in front of my eyes. The princess was fighting a vastly powerful dragon. Suddenly the dragon let loose a barrage of flames. But the princess with her magical powers dowses the flames with water as they leave the dragon’s mouth. The princess manages to defeat the dragon but only barely. In order to survive she becomes a tree and soon that tree becomes well known as a source of inspiration for writers. I stand up and look around at the charred blackened ground. Remembering the forest that was once where I stood. Teenagers burnt it down last year.