Behold The Ramblings Of A Madman

Not all who find themselves in the woods find themselves lost at the end of their journey.

There are those who not only find themselves, but find family, friends, and secrets beyond their imagination tucked away in the woods.

The trees hold secrets close to their hearts, their branches stretching abovehead.

childhood stories whispered to trees, childish fears, and innocent words pressed close to the tree.

young adult heartbreak etched in the bark. Joyful laughter spread by the rustling of the leaves.

Those who seek refuge in the forests find their refuge.

Those who seek to harm the forests will find their harm repaid tenfold.

The forest remembers. The forest never forgets.

They tried to deny it. Every high ranked person kept denying it. They claimed the wellsprings of magic were abundant. There was no drought. The cities could continue onward and forward as they always have.

The Oracle disagreed. She could see the way that the magic was slowly disappearing from the cobble. She could see the absence of magical creatures from the main city.

As the politicians kept denying, the people started seeing. They started seeing how the charm and elegance of the city was slowly being taken over by rot. They could see the withdrawal of magic. How the fate's gift to mankind was receding.

The Oracle walked the streets, shaking her head as many panicked behind her. The fountains had run dry. They were a symbol of the fate's gift of abundant magic. Without fail, morning, noon, and night, they were always pouring out sparkling manna. Today they ran dry.

She sighed, she had Warned them. Seen this night coming in a dream months ago. A premonition that if the politicians didn't make direct actions about the current directions that the cities were heading in, the Fates would rescind their gift.

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