The trees... it was always the trees that glared upon her. They twisted their leaves as the breeze took ahold of the tops and smashed them against the invisible tide. Atlas sat upon a branch high above the earth with her leg propped up and her arms peacefully crossed over her stomach. It was this world in which she was born, held within a land that kept her foreign. With her dark skin and long, thick mane tugged into a messy braid - it was hard for her to sink within the crowd and walk between the loudness and quarrels of it all. A brawl happened often, either twice or thrice because of her foreign looks, but it was more because of her ways. When was the last time that a woman snatched her hand away from her lustful admirer? She would do more than that, she would assure you. Why, she would hit him where the fruit of his loins were to be produced. She would snatch that gift away. She would take what he tried to take from her – his dignity, his feigned powers. Among these lands, women were nothing but those that produced like that of cows, cleaned like slaves, and mated like goats. She was disgusted with the Isle race. She despised them. She hoped that they would go extinct and rot in the ground. No one knew from whence she came. All they knew was that she was the black sheep in the herd of what was pure and clean. They looked down upon her thick brow and the lips that were as sharp as an arrow. Her eyes brought suspicion and intimidation among the people. There was too much mystery about this woman. There was too much that was left unknown. Something that is unknown may weld a strength that could surpass kingdoms like in the past. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest and she gripped ahold of her wrists. She remained completely still as hooves thundered against the earth and shook the trees and caused the forest animals to flee. The army fleet rushed by without a disturbance from above. I will not give him fear. She thought with nostrils flared. Her eyes pierced the ground and found two huntsmen talking about what they should do if they find her. “I’ll hold her down and flog her first.” The giant said with a deep cackle. “Yes, yes.” A smaller fellow cried, an attempt to catch her attention from wherever she might be. “Then I will take my knife and cut off that ugly mat of hair, and her cries will be silenced once a take her tongue as well.” They both laughed haughtily and cantered away with their horses and their armor shimmering away with them. Bile rose in her throat and she resisted. It burned in her nose and her chest. She clung to the tree as she leapt off and landed onto the ground. She then rushed toward the entrance of the Isle country, forbidden it may have been to have left in the first place. However, she liked what was forbidden. It had a sweet taste on her mind, and left a soft trimmer along her spine to enter the danger. There was only one person to live for, and it was the one who preserved her life from the very beginning. The beginning had many memories, blessings, miracles and tragedies. It also had answers that only her mother could answer, as far as this little tale goes.