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I am on a journey. I want to see the tree that gave life to my people, the elves. I also want to find my kins.
I used to live peacefully in Eaglevein while practicing my carving, but he convinced to follow my dreams. Well, I was pretty much reaching the limit of my abilities anyway. I guess this is normal considering how I had remained cooped up at the sa spot for so long.
We elves are made to be close to nature. That may seem like a paradoxical statent for a carver, but it's not. It is all about reaching an equilibrium. You want to give more to the forest than you take. That is all it is about really.
For instance, I would use nature magic to make the trees grow faster. Then I would get rewarded with part of their wood. A win-win relationship for both parties.
This is sothing most humans seem to ignore, but trees are actually alive and have feelings. They each have an individual consciousness and a collective consciousness. The first is shallow and to it only matters three things: water, sun, and nutrients. Nothing else!
The collective one is more complex. This one is actually able to feel and share emotions. We call such a phenonon the forest's spirit. It gives the pulse of how the forest itself is doing. Is it growing? Is it having issues? Are there any dangers? All of these!
In this continent, this feedback is actually low. It is quite normal given how rampant humans are with the destruction.
I can't help but imagine how it feels to live next to Yggdrasil. *Sigh* Perhaps one day. I often find myself playing with my necklace. It was a gift from my mother. Not only is it a traditional elf one but apparently it should help recognize other elves, if they are still here that is.
Anyway, I know my end goal isn't on this continent. I'm actually looking for clues. I want to figure out where the elves that ca here were from themselves. Of course, it will be extrely hard to find anyone that rembers such tis. I've been searching without success for a while.
It has been many generations after all. But it won't stop . If I am lucky, I may find relevant writings about it at so point.
Now, there is one thing on my mind. Sothing atrocious happened a few days ago. I stumbled upon a scene that was extrely horrible. I stumbled upon a razed forest. As I strolled through it, I could feel the echoes of the pain and despair of the forest spirit that used to be there.
It made sick. My legs started trembling. Not because of the destruction itself, but because I realized sothing worse. The wood had simply been left there to rot. It had completely died out and was unusable.
That is the part that enrages . I'm used to humans being selfish, but at least there is always a purpose behind them ruining entire forests. I won't bla them too much if they actually use the wood. They simply cannot feel it as I can. For them, trees may as well be rocks. I can't explain how alive they are either.
At least I can console myself thinking that out of their sacrifice cos so good. Sowhere, so happiness is generated from soone have a roof over his head, or so warmth from a fire, or sothing similar. It is sad but there are a few good points.
But this scene was completely different! It didn't stem from solving a need. What could motivate such senseless slaughter?! The next few days I couldn't sleep at all. Every ti I would rember that scene of carnage.
Then as I'm simply walking, I co across another forest. That is when I feel it. I don't know how to explain it, but it feels evil. So profound and senseless hate toward trees. At first, I'm questioning my sanity. How is that even possible?!
But then I see them. A bunch of humans, all in front of a tree each. They are sending concentrated killing intent toward the wood. They all have an axewait! They are the ones that did that earlier massacre! I'm sure of it! There is no way I will let them proceed! I angrily shout at them!
"Stop this at once! Leave this forest alone! Stop your reckless havoc!"
They look at puzzled.
"Slaughter? We are just cutting trees?"
"Exactly! These trees are alive and do not deserve such treatnt at all! Step aside and leave this place!"
That is when a girl in their midst tries to convince them to do so. "Guys, we should probably just leave"
"No way! We are lumberjacks! We cut trees! There is no compromise to be made! We have our pride!"
Fine! Let's see how they handle this! I use nature magic. It is sothing all elves are born with, albeit at varying degrees. Vines co out of the ground, violently going toward them in a bid to restrain them.
Then the trees behind them start slapping them with their branches. That's the limit of my powers but it should be enough against.
That's when I feel it. Sohow, they direct their attention at and I beco their target. I can sense the hate and the killing intent! It's so intense that I have trouble breathing!
This is crazy! I use nature magic to increase the potency of the attacks on them! Yet they are simply slowly marching toward . Their glares chill to my very core. They want dead.
As they advance, they violently chop the vegetation apparently effortlessly. Normal-looking woodcutters are getting rid of my strongest spell extrely easily! How?!
At this point, I'm at my wit's end. I have only one card left to play! I use illusion magic! Then they all stop. Oh my god! That was so close!
The 12 woodcutters are all stunned looking confused. I changed my appearance in their eyes with that magic spell. Of course, it is one that is easy to break. Any target with ntal resistance could get rid of it. Alternatively, if I attack it will break too.
Now, what the Hell am I supposed to do? I think I'll just run. I want to protect the forest but there is nothing I can do against these monsters. But it's fine I'll just.
That's when I feel so wind behind . It is also when I understand that there were not 12 woodcutters, but 13. Sorry mother, it seems I won't ever find our brethren
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