First,‌ ‌everything‌ ‌was‌ ‌fire,‌ ‌it‌ ‌killed,‌ ‌it‌ ‌consumed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌gave‌ ‌him‌ ‌life.‌ ‌

He‌ ‌was‌ ‌just‌ ‌a‌ ‌tree,‌ ‌born‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌biggest‌ ‌forest‌ ‌that‌ ‌remained‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌world,‌ ‌full‌ ‌of‌ ‌dryads,‌ ‌naiads,‌ ‌elves‌ ‌and‌ ‌treants,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌alone.‌ ‌ ‌

He‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌see.‌ ‌He‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌talk.‌ ‌Curiosity‌ ‌plagued‌ ‌him. He‌ ‌dreamed‌ ‌of‌ ‌wandering‌ ‌the‌ ‌land,‌ ‌but‌ ‌could‌ ‌only‌ ‌wonder‌ ‌what‌ ‌stood outside‌ ‌the‌ ‌reach‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌roots.‌ ‌ ‌

The tree was tired of waiting. He‌ ‌decided‌ ‌to‌ ‌not‌ ‌just‌ ‌dream,‌ ‌but‌ ‌to‌ ‌‌act.‌ ‌How could he survive against a invading empire, a grand conspiracy that threatened to shake the foundations of the world, and the raw danger that lies within these woods?

With pure determination.