The Problem with Grandmother Pear

I was born in a tiny hut to my warrior mothers, in the middle of a strange land. They said I came from a seed from the deep forests, where light refuses to touch and the air has too many eyes. They said I was born within sight of the dwarf brown-pear tree that grew in my garden before it burned and that the men who took me away snatched the name, MY name from their lips before they felled my mothers. They say you were there too, though that cannot be right, can it?   They say my birth was heralded by a fey comet, which birthed a beast so hideous and strong that it took three hunters to subdue its mutated form, and that it was covered with eyes. But you wouldn't know anything about that? You would not know why in a land where only the most 'dangerous' things are truly killed, they saw my birth as so dangerous?     My childhood was meshed in with so many of the town. This middle of nowhere town with maybe 4 families and a tutor, always being moved from family to family as if that wasn't confusing and did not stop me from growing too attached less I be pulled away from the town completely. You were there too, watching with a face that never aged, not even when I became of age to start considering magic.   But the forest called to me first. I met with the Maiden of Eyes and she told me of you, and she told me of how the humans would return, and how that would be all your fault too. But that hasn't happened yet, and I have made it my goal to never let that come to pass. And so I come to you, Mr Valtor, seeking to end the path you are on. For you have always seen me, and now I see you.   I need you to know that those connected to me will always be watching you and your lineage, and even should tonight fail, I promise eyes will seek to end this story of destruction your line coaxes into the world.