THE QUEEN
The forest was buzzing with spirits that dwelled in it; spirits which were mysteriously connected and seemed omnipresent. Peering piercingly on anyone or anything that entered, without them being aware, from where exactly they were being looked at: but nevertheless feeling a burn on the nape of their necks. It had its tongue and ears too, this magical forest, and the word passed on from one tongue to another. “She is coming, the Maid of the mountains; She is coming, to become the Queen of the jungle.”
“Ah yes, there She is, the doe eyed princess from Himalayas, scion of mighty Himavat himself, pretty daughter of the most gracious Queen, Mena Rani.”
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