Chapter 345

Prince Ron groaned the second he saw that the scenery had changed. Why does this always happpen to him? Must they always take him to the past? Couldn't they just tell him the story?

“Watch.” He heard the gentle voice of the Mother Tree urge in his mind and he sighed, watching the events unfold. 

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(Many many centuries ago…)

There was a grove alive with magic. It was a  wide expanse of forest stretched beneath the night sky, its trees rising so tall that they almlst disappeared into the clouds, their trunks pale and smooth like ivory columns. Each one of the trees shimmered like diamonds under the moonlight, singing songs of praises for the Earth spirit in unison. The air trembled with the harmony, a melody so soft, so achingly pure, that it seemed to silence even the stars.

It was said that these were no ordinary trees. They were the Singing Trees, born from the early breath of the earth, each one gifted with voice and spirit.

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