you decided to pick flowers in Aspen’s—the Nature God’s—forest. it was a really dumb decision but since you were already there, there was no turning back.

at first, you started to pick some roses, and then tulips, and then daffodils, and then-

“what are you doing in my forest..?”

the voice was a angry murmur, and it was coming from right behind you. you turned around to see Aspen.