[ MP ] Write something that goes with this soundtrack .

I pulled the vines free from the old, wooden door. The runes that decorated them were worn down by time. I traced my hand over the etchings, appreciating the beauty of their form, wishing I could appreciate their meaning. 
 
 The sun, just reaching it apex, shone down through the lush green canopy above me. But save for the breathing of my horse, the forest was eerily silent. 
 
 At last I push in the doors, their creaks and groans threatening to unloose them from their hinges. I pulled my horse across the threshold, hoping that if any of the old gods still watched over this temple that they would not mind. To be safe, I made a solemn vow to offer a sacrifice at the altar, should I manage to find some game in this silent forest. As we walked down the center nave, his hoofs clopped sharply on the stone, muffled when they landed on moss. 
 
 We traced our way around the fallen remnants of the roof, corroded cauldrons, and dilapidated benches. In some places, entire sections of wall had gave way, but this place was still far safer than any encampment in the woods. 
 
 My horse whinnied as we reached a shallow reflected pool and I loosed the reins from my grip so he could take a draught of water from the clear pool. I leaned against a tree which rose up nearby, stretching so high that the branches at the top supported what was left of the ceiling overhead. It's thick roots weaved throughout the temple, displacing the stone floor with their growth. Nature Herself slowly reclaiming what had been lost to war and time. 
 
 When my horse had drank his fill, I pulled him further inside. At the end of the temple, by the altar, I found a large animal hide pinned to a stone column, with a rotted length of rope pulled through a hole in the hide at the other end. And a ring of stones with a cold bed of coals. Upon the altar, the yellowing skull of a deer, neatly placed. 
 
 I tied my horse to a rusting ring set in the column, and strew fresh barley and oats on a bed of at his feet. From atop the saddle, I removed my precious cargo, carefully cradling the child in my arms. She stirred from sleep, and gazed up at me with dark eyes, giggling as I brushed her first locks of hair. 
 
 `` Here, my darling daughter, we shall make our home.''
