Walking along the banks of the Acawe River you once again come across the wisest tree. He looks at you with an loving stare. "What do you seek my child", he queries. " Oh Wisest tree, how did you gain the ability to speek and to know as you do. It is obvious you have been given some sort of ability by the gods", you answer. The tree looks down and back at you and begins his story. He explains how he was once a beautiful living tree producing fruit for the many villagers that lived near him before the greatwars in the north. After the war, the army of the nother king tried to cut him down, but unlike most trees, he resisted. The magicians of the king was ordered to cast a spell on the tree to make him submit. The spell almost cast when the magician suddenly stopped. He said to the men " Why don't we hear what the tree has to say" The men all began to laugh. One yelled " Old bag trees and talk!" The magician turned to him and spoke a few magic phrases from th tombs of the neomancerion. The man was instantly ngripped with fear. He ran screaming into the horizon never to be seen again. The magican spoke" Just as this fool will never live without fear this tree wil never be silent." He lifted his hand and an eye grew in the center of the tree. It screemed with the anger of cerebrus getting a bath. It told the men of the horror they caused him and his family. The kings men were now horrified at the tree and ran away. The magician however stayed. He spoke to the tree about how to use his long life to better humanity and how to be the wisest tree. The tree looks away from you for a moment and says " That magician died twelve years ago" He looks back at you and you look back. Another story another dream.
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