I run through the Elderwood, the beast wild at my tail. I narrowly escape and leap into the air and FLY. I realize I am not Jel, but a batterfly. I hunger for...blood. No, not blood? Something else. Something soothing, comforting. Something that smells of home. I find a pond full of sumptous orange liquid. I drink deep of it's sumptous spices and tantalizing chunks of pumpkiny flesh...I find myself deeply satisfied.