- >These woods.
- >Forever, there were only these woods.
- >Dark and silent.
- >You were placed here to protect The Wall of The Ancients and the woods that it resided in.
- >It was a mysterious prophetical structure.
- >The Great Father, the creator of all things, was foretold to return through The Wall.
- >A door would open, and he would grace the soil of this world once again with his presence.
- >The only lights to pervade the confining branches were of the glowing fungi around the trees.
- >Centuries upon centuries you have sat in these same groves.
- >Waiting for the prophecy to be realized.
- >Watching all of nature run it's course.
- >As instructed.
- >Occasionally you had to relocate to another clearing to keep your eyes on your wards.
- >Predators were to be kept in line, making sure they didn't over-hunt the fauna.
- >Flora were to be watched as they grew, and trimmed if they invaded another plant's growing space.
- >You were to protect those who you saw worthy, while they passed through your woods.
- >However if they were deemed a threat, you were to navigate them away.
- >As instructed.
- >You had never had to defend the domain in its entirety.
- >Until they came...
- >The ones whose form you were molded after.
- >They came, with their machines, to expand their kingdom built upon destruction.
- >To clear away all you were assigned to.
- >You were tasked with protecting these woods.
- >And you did.
- >The Great Father had foreseen this, and graced you with the power over nature.
- >When they came to the borders of your forest, the roots of the trees would reach up from beneath and drag them down.
- >They tried to use fire, but the woodlands let up, until your
- >No exceptions were to be made when consequences were doled out.
- >As instructed.
- >The blood of those foolish enough to pursue the harm of your wards now flowed through these tree roots.
- >And there were many...
- >Perhaps that's why there were a few new trees sprouting recently.
- >You had named them the Sanguis Arbores, or the Blood Trees, in olden tongue.
- >Once the wars were dealt with, you had receded into your den to rest.
- >To recover from the wounds upon you had sustained from fighting off the Children of Destruction.
- >You would wake up once again, and resume the chores that The Great Father had bestowed upon you.
- >As instructed.
- ~5000 years later~
- >You looked around at the lumbering trees.
- >They helped show you the goings on around the premises of your home in the woods, their eyes, yours.
- >You rise to your feet and place a hand on the nearest tree.
- You've grown my friends. Tell me what has come to pass, and what is upon us.
- >You close your eyes, and feel the tree's memory flow into you.
- >You can see what has transpired throughout your slumber.
- >You are happy that the race of destroyers have become naught but ash due to squabbles among their own kind.
- Perhaps now magic may finally have a chance to return...
- >However, you were also saddened, for they too were one of The Great Father's makings, and every creation deserved to keep it's life.
- >You decided to pray for your fallen enemies.
- May The Great Father have taken you to the everlasting meadows...
- >However you were roused out of the prayers by a tingling sensation.
- >There was new life in the land.
- >It was unlike anything you had felt before, full of contentedness and joy.
- >You began to pace and wonder.
- What is this blithe and wondrous energy?! It's brilliant! Why...I must go find where it's coming from!
- >You walk past The Wall, and notice there are shards of it on the ground at it's base.
- >You bend down to pick them up, when they begin to glow.
- How peculiar...I've never seen The Wall give off such an illumination before...
- >Suddenly, they converge together, forming what looked like a blade.
- >It looked to be a blade that has yet to be set into a hilt yet.
- I...This is deemed worthy of further surveillance...
- >You place the weapon piece carefully into your belt, and secure it with a stray vine on your way out of the woods.
- >You continue through the maze of trees until the foliage gets visibly brighter in color.
- >A little further and the light grew exponentially.
- >You finally breach the last bit of bush and your eyes are assaulted.
- Aggghhh, I've forgotten how the sun blinds one who is hidden away for too long.
- >After your eyes adjust, you march onward to where the earth feels most jubilant.
- >You stop...
- >You begin pondering on whether or not you should leave your dwellings, and all that you were made to do.
- No...It's high time that I see the sights. I've protected The Wall For long enough.
- >You were standing in an open field.
- >You take a gander at the sky above.
- >Clear and blue, as far as the eye could see.
- >As you begin to fill your lungs with the sweet, crisp air of spring as a breeze wraps around you, ruffling your hair a bit.
- Besides, nobody has ever made it past the illusion magic that permeates the borders of my little garden. I could always return anyhow.
- >With those problems placed out of your mind you set off to a new and unknown place.
- END
- (For now...)
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Magister in horto Prologue
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