Elvin smiled softly, eyes closed as he leaned back against his tree. His life, where he was bound to. It had grown to the whole forest, making him able to travel through it with ease. He had become the forest, and the forest was him, and he was happy as it was.
Suddenly a sharp pain went through him, making him gasp and clutch his chest. One second, two seconds, and another sharp pain struck him, and he cried out in pain. Someone- someone was trying to cut down a tree. And it hurt, it hurt his very being, until he was screaming in pain.
The woodcutter was unaware of the forest’s deity. Of the legends surrounding it. Or rather, the man didn’t believe in it. And such old trees, big and sturdy, were bound to give him great material.
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