(Art by me :3)

The cries….the pain you hear in your head…too much. It’s too much.

You jolt awake in your bed, your eyes wide. The cries of pain and terror continued in your head, the forest of which you loved being its source.

The place you loved the most was in danger.

You snuck out(again), and you went to the rock you sat at when you’d mediate. There was a river nearby, close to you, and this was in the middle of the night. You waited, and waited, before a giant bunch of trees started shaking violently.

Terrified, you have a choice.

You can run and ignore the desperate cries for help, or you can face whatever was hurting the magical spirits.