They lived under ground. They had been for as long as anyone could remember, for as long as their legends and myths could tell. Outside the moon was shining, creating beautiful silhouettes of the tree tops towards the night sky.
They were waiting. Waiting for the sign.
-The roots will some day speak, the Elder said, as he had done so many full moons. -That’s the day we will move out into the open.
-How do you know? a little child asked… (more)