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[Detoxicated]

You are still one of the young boys with your eight years.You live in a town called Timberville. Your father, as your ancestors all were lumberjacks and blacksmiths; The only two trades your town is known for. You thought it was an average day, as you stepped on the small plaza where sometimes merchants of the surrounding villages meet to trade their goods, though scarcely they came in the past weeks.

As you step outside you see your average neighbours and friends, mostly people you have known your entire live. All seems regular as you ponder over the strange dust trail on the distant mountains.
Your father calls for you, as he is on blacksmith duty today. You follow him.

The both of you work feverish. Nails, locks, tools.

Suddenly you hear screams. Your father and you look at each other.
"Son hide in the cabinet!" He takes a big hammer and goes outside.

What do you do?

[AoshimaMichio]

Naturally I hide in the cabinet.

[MidnightJaguar]

Naturally I hide in the cabinet.

+1

[Detoxicated]

You decide to hide in the cabinet.
As you begin to wait you also start hearing the sounds of an ongoing warscene. Screams of agony, and violent hisses of a foreign tongues, amongst the painful shriek of dying children and tortured women. The longer you wait, the more you realize that underneath the chaotic sounds of clinging blades and warscreams you can hear a constant very deep humming. The longer you hear the sound, the more clear it comes to you that this is NOT the natural sound of war. This is not even human.

You hear a violent shake in the ground and you hit your head on the cabinet.
You black out.


Hours or days later you wake up. You are on the back of a woolen animal you do not recognize, and you are entangled by strange vines with purple thorns and flowers. Before you a man dressed in emerald green palmtree leaf clothing. He is very slender and has pointy ears. An elf. He has a variety of runic tattoos on his body. You have only heard of the elves in good night tales before.

You can see that there is more cages like yours and you suspect that it might be filled with your relatives and fellow townsmen.

The vast landscape you pass is stunning. You see the most intriguing plants, and trees of all sizes, amongst rivers and a complicated swampland. The wildlife is flourishing, as there is birds, lizards, snakes, mammals, and insects of all sizes. You clearly haven't seen much of the forest in your live, you humbly realize.

Your group makes a halt. Your guard speaks to a group of armed elves, in their wicked foreign tongue.
They let you pass and you enter the a gigantic lake are with a waterfall and ancient trees. Some ritualist rocks are scattered here and there. They unshackle all of you and herd you into one bulk of people.

Above your head, a gigantic willowesque tree opens its eye. The gigantic yellow green eye that is facetted into 27 irises lowers to you and you hear a deep and ancient voice speaking right into your bodies.
"Do you subject yourselves to me?"

[MidnightJaguar]

No

[AoshimaMichio]

Damn elves and their demon gods. If it can offer me a great power in exchange, then sure, let's burn fire with fire. Adventure and great heroics awaits. If no sweet deal can be made, then it can go and jump into some volcano.

[vkiNm]

No

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[Lermfish]

Damn elves and their demon gods. If it can offer me a great power in exchange, then sure, let's burn fire with fire. Adventure and great heroics awaits. If no sweet deal can be made, then it can go and jump into some volcano.

+1

[Detoxicated]

As you and your brethren stand before the ancient tree being you seem to all come to the same conclusion at once. As all of you start screaming
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

A violent battle breaks out again and fiercely they you all fight. You are pretty mean for an eight year old. Blood spatters everywhere, death and violence. Various runestones are hit by the entrails of either elves or humans. All amidst of this you see a green entity, as big as an elf. It just stands there, unmoving.

You gaze one look to long, as it has found you, and is quickly aproaching you. It runs for you, you try to run away. It catches up quickly, and as its vinelike arms entangle you everything becomes light.

You find yourself trapped in a spiders web. The green entity, now looking like a spider about to feast on you.
"Now now now, what have we got here? Human, pure soul, young. Not bad, lots of power. Oh the possibilities. Spice it up with elf blood? Some cinnamon? Hehehe. Unless..."
It looks at you, and its many eyes seem to gaze right into your soul. The cackling voice ends and a much more ancient voice can be heard resonating from you.

"You do not have to die, you know... I could let you live... I mean, it does have its benefits to live, doesn't it? Then again I must live, and I live off of beings like him..."

"I wanna live, I wanna live, I'll do anything you want?"

"Okay that's fine"

You fall asleep, and as you reawaken you find yourself in another room.
It is a cave to be exact, with a door leading outside. Over the door you see a sign that points to a table that holds three objects. The sign says, "Pass the door with one object. Choose wisely"
On the table you can see a Root, a Thorn, and a Rose.

[MidnightJaguar]

Thorn, we shall be a prince soon after all.
((Anyone get the reference?))

[Lermfish]

Thorn, we shall be a prince soon after all.
((Anyone get the reference?))

Beg pardon?

[MidnightJaguar]

((I was referencing a book series called Prince of Thorns))

[JohnnyDavids13]

Thorn for sure.

[AoshimaMichio]

Root, unmovable, bastion of stability. One that feeds the tree (me), where from the tree grows again when it is cut down.

[Orange Wizard]

Rose.