At the center of the Ivied forest, you stumble onto barren earth. Looking around, you see that this part of the forest is barren, even the grass is struggling to take root. Before you, atop a small mound, sits a circle of large limestone (insert posh word for stones in stone circle). As you creep closer, you can feel the history ebb from the stone, and as you run your hand along the rough surface of the stone, you swear that it feels warm- a throbbing type of warm almost like a heart beat as if the stones are alive. As you turn away from the stone, you catch a glimpse of silver, ethereal light, dancing, shimmering round the stone. Are they Will-O-Whisps? Or are they the souls of the dead that inhabit the stones?