Under Her Branches

[SilkiyTea]

My mentor wrote in such a peculiar way. His journal encrypted in odd texts.

It's been years, and yet I've only deciphered two pages.

Alas, I've grown slothful in my readings.

For even I can be ailed by the trappings of Man.

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I've enough mana within me to match that of at least a hundred fae.

Yet I know that I am weak, bloated on my indulgences.

I've enough of the currency of Man to purchase any and all that I could desire.

Nearly a million coins flowing through my gravitational field.

This wealth, this flood of mana. It brings me fleeting happiness.

And then naught but an emptiness.

One I seek to fill with Yggdrasil's Fervor.

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Was there wisdom in the Fallen, the Corrupted?

If a source of nourishment stronger, more potent and freeing than the Lifestream could be found...

Could she be free?

Does such even exist?

To severe her from the folly of man, from this... Divine duty that harms her so.

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Mankind praises the lifestream, but not what the lifestream nourishes.

They forget her duties. To praise a measly river, over true divinity...

To praise Primordials. Those...

Lesser beings.

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They know not what lies within the center of our world.

Nor do they care.

They do not deserve her.