I sent my story already, just not sure if I edited right and if i have any typos or not sweatdrop
Gonna post it here so everyone else can read as well.
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Title: The Life of Green Tree
Username: FaeMaiden
Age: Eighteen
Inspiration: Nature
I would like to tell you a story of my somewhat short life. My name is Green Tree, yes I know it is not exactly normal but that is because I am not what you are expecting. You see, I was in fact an oak tree.
In my early age I had been planted by an elderly woman in a forest. A tree she used to love when she was young had been around the area I was planted in until lightening had struck it and burned it down. Luckily other trees were unharmed. To make the section of the forest lively again she planted me. Not many others had been planted like she planned because she passed on from old age.
After a few years I began to grow more and more. I had seen very few people and had no one around me. Every spring when I came out of hibernation and became more alert on my surroundings, a new family moved into the small cottage nearby but it seemed as I slept in winter they moved. Year after year when my leave fell off and I went to sleep, the people who had moved in when I woke had moved out again and again.
No one had really visited the forest and if they did it was not to speak with any of us. I always felt lonely and always had been even when I matured into a very lively blooming tree. It was not until one spring when I awoke that a family moved in who had a small boy. He had actually come around the forest often to be around nature.
One spring morning he came to me and asked if I was lonely. Of course I was not able to respond but it seemed as if he sensed what I had been feeling. He sat by my as he studied and for the entire day and spoke to me on and off, even without me speaking. After that he came around more often to talk to me. Soon I had been named Green Tree by him. He soon became my little boy.
He came around to read, study or even just sit under my branches and talk to me about things going on in the world or his life. He had no real friends and was not liked for what he had chosen to be even by his parents. He had chose a path of Wicca and had loved nature his whole life. He usually came five afternoons and stayed past nightfall, sometimes for two mornings in a row he would come to me.
He asked for permission before picking my leaves or branches off, I would always allow it. When winter came around and I slept, I could always sense him coming around me to wish me a peaceful sleep and relax near me. When he got a little older and taller he would climb my trunk and up to my branches to explore the high up areas.
He set up an alter near me and would perform rituals around me, feeling more secure with a friend around. He even wrapped a rope around my trunk with a few talismans to secure me as his tree. Whenever the boys parents would yell at him even I could hear from my location. I really was the only one who he was able to be normal around.
One night it began to storm very badly, rain pouring down extremely hard and lightening threatening to strike any minute. I worried for my safety as well as the entire forest around me. The lightening had struck down once but it was fortunate that only the ground had been struck. I felt better when he came out to check on me even at such a late and stormy night.
He reassured me that nothing will ever happen to me so long as I was his tree and he was alive. He stayed with me for a little while until the storm died down. He then ran back to his home. The storm continued on for a few days making me worry. He had not come back for some time even after the storm and I began to feel lonely again.
It wasn’t until my leaves began to brown and fall that I had saw him again. He informed me that his mother had been sick and passed on. He was upset but knew she went to a much more exotic and happy place, where as his father had been grieving so much since he death. My little boy had told me that there was a chance he may not be able to see me as much anymore. Even when he was with me after that for a while it was as if he was still really worried. I invited him to climb to my branches and stay warm on the cold days.
Soon I went back to sleep without seeing him. I never felt his presence after that. When I awoke I did not see him for many days. After a while he did come back but only to tell me his father was packing up and they were leaving. Just like that I lost my only friend in life, never knowing his outcome or what happened to the rest of his family.
Still I waited for some time, hoping he would come back to me one for a visit. It was a waste as he never came back. As I aged the loneliness returned. No one ever moved back into the cottage and I was left with only the rope he had wrapped around me, naming me his tree.
I was lonely, only the birds accompanying me would perch themselves on my branches. After a few storms many of the other trees ended up being knocked down by winds and set on fire by lightening. I had been fortune to never be harmed. I still believe my charm was what kept me safe. My little boy had kept me safe even if he was far from me now.
One surprising afternoon the boy had returned to greet me I was so thrilled and I know he knew that. He climbed my branches and sat within them, making himself comfortable. He told me everything that has happened to him since he last saw me. How his father past away a few years after his mother, how he met a nice girl had recently became a father.
I cannot express how joyful I felt the entire day he spent with me. He seemed as if he had never been happier in his life then the moment he was able to come back and speak with me. The boy promised to see me again one day before he left.
I held onto his promise for so long. I had already been back to sleep before he was able to come back that year. It was not long after I had awoken again that he returned to see me. After that visit he came every seven days to see me. He told me about new updates about the world and what his family was beginning to be like.
He made sure to come for important rituals that he practiced, not being able to do it in many years. We both were so joyful to be around each other again. One day after an important ceremony, he undid the rope and wrapped a new charm around my trunk, adding on the old talismans along with the new. He told me he may not be back for a long time, maybe never again. His life became difficult and he had to take care of his family. He promised I would always be his favorite tree.
Years past once again without him. Though I did not worry as much, I knew that if he could no longer visit me that it was not his fault. The little by who cared for me and I cared for had a family he needed to take care of now. I held no grudge or grief towards him or any others for my loneliness.
After some time it seemed as if the forest had gotten smaller and smaller. People were around for some time talking about things I did not understand. After many sleeps and awakenings they had finally reached my area. The brought huge contraptions and talked about digging up the ground and getting rid of the trees. When they came before me, I could tell how careless they felt for nature.
I feared for my life, knowing the stories my boy had told me. It was not long before they began to use some instrument to cut at me. It was pure torture to me, for I would not die of natural causes from nature or old age as many trees before me but by these humans. The weapon they uses was sharp and each pass through my trunk bases caused me great pain.
It took time which means terrible pain for me and life soon ending. If I were human I would cry tears just like my boy had sometimes. In the end all I could think about was my boy. If my charm did not keep me safe then I suspect he must no longer be alive. He promised me something and I believe him for it. He said that as long as he was alive I was his tree and I would be safe.
I accepted my fate and wondered if I would see him again in another life. My trunk ached but I could no longer feel the pain. My life began to fade and as they cut enough of my trunk, calling out. I kept my boy in my thoughts. If it ends this way then I suppose it is fine. I just wish I could have seen him one last time before my untimely death.
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