Land of Satyrs

I would not dare to travel far from home, and never beyond to the forest where the trees consume the sun. It is the home of their people. An unusual, unnatural civilization that take the form of both man and goat. Our village has told nightmarish stories of how these creatures would proud warriors, defending their home and nature, raiding the strongest of strongholds and becoming victorious. 

I would not dare enter their territory; but if the stories of how they are not just warriors but skilled medicine people, it his their aid I seek to heal the sick in my village. My presence could end in death, but it is worth the risk.

Their enclosure is not far now. As I walk down the pathway of this dark forest, I feel their presence around me, watching within the trees. I reach the wooden walls of their home where they wait for me. Their spears at the ready, body and face armored, it is time to see if they will act as friend or foe.