She sat at the base of the tree. The roots poking out of the ground creating areas and spaces under the rots, one could hide. The tree reaching all the way to the sky. It was the tallest and oldest tree in the forest, as it reached taller than the rest of the trees. The tree had been there for years before all the other trees, ans some even believed that it help power. Others believed that is was just some old tree that had no powers and held nothing special about it.
Of course all of that was just myths and legends but even behind those myths they held some truth to them. In this case that truth was a single simple thing. It was simply a young girl.
She had existed as long as the tree had. She had been the one who created it from the ground. She protected it as its protector.
She sat at the base of the tree. She hummed to herself as the wind blew her long green hair around. Some blowing into her face other just around her head.
She looked up at the sky before standing up. Her hair fell down all the wall ot her knees. She started to the field behind the tree. Her short white dress, felling just about her knees, fluttered in the wind behind her as she walked.
The field was covered in tall grass and flowers. The grass tickling her legs as she walked but that didn’t stop her. She still walked into the middle of the field sitting down and staring at the sky. The bright blue, cloudless, sky shining down on the world. The sun warming the already dry earth. She let out a smirk as she crumpled up some of the dry grass in her hands, muttering words under her breath. The sky darkened as clouds covered the sky casting darkness onto the once bright ground. Then the rain fell.
Rain fell turning the ground soft as it soaked into the dry soil. The earth had been begging for rain for a while. It cried out for the rain that it desperately needed.
The girl stood up started to her tree again. The rain bouncing off her not harming her. She arrived at her tree completely dry, the tree protecting her from all the rest of the rain as she pulled herself up into the thick branches. She found a thick branch laying down on it and falling into a deep sleep. The sound of the rain landing on the grass and leaves lulled her to sleep.
She woke the next morning to the sound of voices in the distance.
She sat up jumping down the the ground, and walking over the the voices The voices belonged to two men who had dared enter her forest. The two men each held an ax in their hands. They were talking about chopping down her tree. They wanted to cut it down and share what they had done to those who lived in their village.
Since the beginning of her tree the people wished to chop it down. They all failed thought, one after the next. She never let anyone chop her tree down. That only made the people want to chop it down even more, they loved the challenge of something they would never be able to do. They thought they would gain immense power if they cut it down. They were wrong though. They would never gain anything from chopping down the tree other than death. They would never get the power that they wished they had. It was not something that they would ever be able to achieve.
She walked with the men back to her tree learning more about them. She wanted to know who they were and why they had come to cut her tree down.
She learned that they were both blacksmiths. They ran a shop together but they were losing business and soon they would not have any shop to run so they had come to find and cut the tree down in hopes they would make more of a profit and soon gain their business back. They had come to cut down her tree to save their work. It didn’t matter though, they were not going to be able to cut it down. No one ever had and no one ever would.
The first man raised his ax and swung it down onto the tree. Rather than cutting into the bark the ax shattered.
The girl smiled at herself as the men fell to the ground shocked at what happened. The men didn’t move for a few second and then they ran. They ran off into the woods back to where they had come from. She simply walked over the the tree resting her hand on it as the thin cut healed itself. She hadn’t expected them to do anything with how they looked but they did more damage than she thought they would.
She walked back into the field lying on the ground taking a break. She slowly drifted off into sleep. All the action tiring her out.
As she sleep those two men had come back, but this time they brought more weapons. They brought swords, aces, and even a large hammer. They brought all the weapons to the tree and dropped them to the ground.
The first men took one of the swords raising it above his head before bringing it down on the tree. The sword swung down right onto the trunk but just as last time it hit the tree shattering. Once it shattered both men went and looked at the tree to see if it had done anything. Sure enough it left a long cut along the tree. It wasn’t super deep but it had done something. The men stepped back grabbing another weapon bringing it down on the tree again. One by one the men struck the tree cutting it a little deeper each time.
Off in the field the girls eyes flew open, the pain of the first strike shocking her awake. She grabbed her head letting out a scream that shook the earth. The pain of her great tree dying piercing her body.
She wobbled to her feet standing up fighting the urge to fall the ground. Each strike of their weapons sending a new wave of pain through her.
She started to the tree trying to get there as fast as she could. She stumbled over tripping and falling but would get right up and continue. She was almost to the tree, she could see the men swinging weapons at her tree as each shattered once it hit the tree. She reached her hand out trying to reach her tree and help it. She had to get there and heal it.
Her hand brushed the trunk as shook and fell. The cracking of the last bit of trunk sounded as the ground shook with the thud of the tree hitting the ground. The mighty tree fell to the ground broken and cut. Someone had finally cut down her tree. It had fallen due to a couple of blacksmiths who hadn't been scared off by their first encounter. They had come back and they had struck her tree until it fell to the ground broken and death. They had destroyed her hard work. Destroyed her life.
She let out a scream so loud it traveled across the whole earth. The sky turned black as clouds covered everything. The wind picking up blowing in all directions causing her heari to fly around along with the branches and grass on the ground.
The men looked right at the girl who was now visible. Her green hair flying around in the wind and her golden eyes shining brighter than the sun. They stepped back in fear of the young girl before them. Her scream echoing in their heads, her eyes burned into their heads as something they could never forget. They watched as her eyes shut and she fell to the ground. The winds slowing until they stopped and the sky clearing. The men walked over to the girl slowly not sure what had just happened. They didn’t even know is she was someone who needed help or is she was dead. They didn’t understand anything that had just happened.
The first man kneeled down next to her ready to check is she was okay but before the could move a hand her eyes flew open. The golden eyes dimmed and lost its shine, like the life in them was no gone.
“You destroyed it. I am finally free.” her voice nothing more than a whisper. Her eyes falling shut again.
The men stood confused at the young girl. They didn’t understand who she was or the loneliness that she had experienced. They didn’t understand the many years that she was alone protecting the tree. She loved her tree and ever wished for anything to happen to it but the centuries of loneliness that she had experienced were killing her. She wished that she could see the world that she lived in but she was never able to leave her tree. She had to protect it. It was all that she had and she didn’t know what she would do without it. Even though all that she still wished to see the world. She wanted to see the towns and the people. She wanted to see the beautiful trees of ladies going to parties, the delicious food that rich people ate. There were so many things she had wanted to see.
Now she was able to do it all. She would be different and hold powers that those who were alive would not but she would still be living and seeing the world. She could live with it.
She was free.
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