once upon a time.
there lived a tree. it was big and dark.
the children were afraid to be near it, for it was told the tree ate the limbs of people and made branches from them. the old women told these stories. the young men thought nothing of it.
Vincent was one of these young men. he feared little and braved many. the night was cold and the wind was strong. mother called for Vincent to go fast into the woods to fetch some wood.
that night Vincent’s call was muffled by a layer of bark.
many years after and the tree still stood. the leaves were now gone and the ground was much harder. but the stories stayed strong. news became tale. man became character. real became fake. the people of the village heard no more of action near the tree. yet the forest still swayed and the moans still echoed. on a still warm night, in mid august, a women awoke to the howls of pain. her child had been lured. as the great tree does.
it whispers to the young, to grow it’s branches so.
nights had passed and the body of said child could be found not hither nor thither. so it was presumed the child had been eaten by a beast. a wolf or such. little did the people know, the beast in question was more monstrous and cunning than any wolf. and so for years to pass, the lack of children was blamed on the beasts of known.
until the years of past, when the beast did grow hungry and the children grew sparse. so the beast did grow angry and the moans more loud.
until such a time, the people will be drawn in such great numbers when the great tree will fall. to the power of the hand and the fire it beholds.
till then.
Aaron Carr, 4 months ago
very awesome