She dismounted from her ship, skirt trailing behind her in the wind as she walked to the woods. Pricking her finger on the thorned brambles, a drop of her blood bled in to the ground. A shimmer appeared from the plant near her. She nodded to the Spirit of the Plant, and walked farther in to her wood. She had engineered this place, long ago, this island of hers. Without her DNA markers, without the exact beat of her heart, and glint of her eye, the island would turn, killing anyone who dared to enter.