Introduction
Willow Wood
Willow Wood was a out skirted town on the borderline of the mountain range which stretched far along the side of Fallial. It was an enclosed town, a small forest consisting of willow trees surrounded it. They dotted the lush green land, and weeping willows were the true artifacts of this town. They were mystical. Exotic, and presented an awe struck emotion the moment witnessing their beauty.
They were unlike the other tree's, and the forest consisted of exactly ten of these beauties. They could be detailed as bright green, and traces of silver. They were said to be manifested long ago by a famous magician known as; "
Almer Ghostrick"
His powers were unique unlike others, and he was a man of life. He could entwine his powers with the things around him, give them properties unlike those before, and present a new presence through out the world.
The Cartwright family had settled in this land after the unforgotten war taken place long ago, and the signs of that intense battle were seen all through out the land. A prominent place for magic-folk, and that's exactly what brought the Cartwright's here. The last member of the family left in Fallial was a young-man, age twenty, but looked no more than seventeen. A youth presented itself about him, and a revitalized generation;
Demous Cartwright.
This was the town he was born and raised, but settled with his uncle for two years, in Tirial, after his parents had passed.
The young-man was actually out examining the tree's in the area, something he did regularly, and often scoped the remains of what seemed like conscious memories. A history was carved into the land, but shown remains of...
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A huff was heard through out the forest as the occasional stubborn grunt.
"I wish this was easier...." a firm voice was heard, soft, but also feeding a sense of uniqueness; accent. It wasn't anything obvious, but his worlds were often slurred. They had their own sense of inner workings, and ingenuity.
The brown haired boy was standing roughly a foot away from the tree, while his palm touched against it, and his eyes closed. Deep inside his head, he was focusing on nothing, but rather a subtle feeling. It was a vibration within' the tree. It resonated energy, and the magic of his ancestors. The fae. The subtle hums would grow louder as he focused intently on the shifting tone, and falling blissfully into it's essence.
That's when his eye's shot open, a grin forming, and a growing chuckle;
"Ahaha! That's incredible! Who knew one could possess such...will!?" his voice was complimentary to the art in front of him, and despite the war...these reminders are what healed the wounds for most. These tree's hold great sources of energy, and those acknowledging enough could understand...they could be used. That's why he was studying them....who knew what was around the corner!?
