Gerim headed down the trail; he figured it would take him a couple of days to return to the blacksmiths. After all, he couldn't travel nearly as quickly as his mount. After travelling several miles, Gerim decided to rest for the day. It was getting late, and his feet were sore. Plus, it would give him the perfect opportunity to test his new axe. 

Taking a closer look at his axe Gerim noticed how the freshly forged metal gleamed, how smooth the handle was in his hand, its hefty weight. To his left, there was a young tree or large sapling, and all it took was a few chops to get a section of the sapling in his hands. Invigorated this minor success, he decided to tackle the sapling's larger nearby cousin. 

Our Gerim lifted the Emerald Axe above his head, throwing the full weight of his body into it as he swung. The axe's edge cut through the bark of the tree and dug into its wooden core. Chips of the tree flew about Gerim as he and the axe made quick work of the Emerald tree. Gerim, either too hasty or too careless didn't realize the danger he was in. Or more correctly, the danger he had caused. 

The more that Gerim cut the more the tree leaned towards Gerim. It was like our dear Gerim was taken over by dark desire. He needed this tree to fall. Just like he needed to be rich. The tree creaked and swayed. There was a crack, the notched splinted, the tree started tipping towards Gerim. Yet Gerim still didn't notice the danger, he didn't look up until the first branch hit him. By then it was too late, Gerim was crushed under thousands of pounds of wood and leaf. The last thing our greedy Gerim saw was the tangled branches of the Emerald Forest.