Your time has gone. Gone we know not whither, and you will
not have your revenge. Revenge for the pain dealt you, revenge for betrayal.
Betrayed by the ones sworn to save you, you lie in the dust. Dust consumes you as
it did before you were born. Born in the earth, planted a seed, fallen from a
tree before you.
You have departed, but the sun remains. Remains to avenge
your death. Death was given by the humans, but the wind and the sun remain.
Remain to dry out the house they build, to burn up the ground around, to turn
their land into a desert. A desert in the middle of an oasis is what their home
will be. Be strong my dear, for in your death those remaining remember you.
You were once a living tree filled with the heart of your
dryad, but no more. More than anything, I wish the life to run through your veins. Veins pulled the water from the earth beneath you and
filled your leaves with shade. Shade covered your land and protected your
humans. Humans forgot you, gave you up, and your essence they took.
Take heart. The wind will avenge you.
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