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Early in the morning, the sky awash with Peach, Yellow and a hint of Blue, Fiontan was beginning his day.

His mind was full of all the things that needed his attention. He was trying to figure out what order to place them in when he felt a breeze ruffle his mane. The breeze was cool and soft tickling him. He laughed a bit then continued on his walk with his mind wrestling with the order in which to do his chores.

Another breeze suddenly wafted over him, this one felt different. This breeze felt almost reverent. As if he was being touched by something ancient, mystical, and above all the feeling of honor. Stopping in his tracks, he looked about trying to see something, anything to help him understand what just happened to him.

His eyes slowly scanned the area around him but nothing struck him as out of the ordinary. His senses were screaming at him but he did not fully understand what they were trying to say to him. He was very still, it became eerily quiet. It was as if the area around him knew something was there that was to be revered and it was paying its respects.

Just as sudden as that thought appeared in his mind he knew that it was time for his quest. He had been putting it off but now he knew that would no longer be acceptable.

Head down in reverence, he slowly made his way to the deepest part of the wastelands to a plateau that seemed as if it was overlooking it somehow as if guarding it.

His hooves plodded on the hard, damp clay as he made his way. He was in no hurry for the journey was part of the homage he was to pay. He let his mind wander as he approached the wastelands which seemed to him fairly quickly, but a quick look at the sky made him realize he had been traveling over half the day as the sun was to set in a few hours.

Looking up he saw the plateau that he was looking for, slowly heading towards it he crested the hill and found the majestic White Oak awaiting him.

Taking a deep breath, he approached silently and as respectfully as he could. His head was down but not enough to be considered rude but enough that his eyes would not be staring straight ahead. He could feel the power that surged from the Oak, it felt strange but calming at the same time.

Taking the last few steps he bowed fully and awaited his fate. He knew that the Tree would make their presence known in their time.
Standing in front of this majestic tree made him tremble in anticipation. He had heard tales of others who had approached and his mind tumbled with possibilities of what may be bestowed upon him. He did not have any specific gift in mind, he was honored to have any gift that the Grandfather Tree chose to grant.


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One moment Fiontan was standing still, eyes closed and head bowed awaiting the Grandfather Tree to make themselves known. Time passed, then suddenly he felt himself jolt and he opened his eyes after a few moments due to the dizziness he was experiencing.

Taking a deep breath to try to calm him spinning head, a very strong potent smell assailed his nose. The smell was so overpowering he began to cough uncontrollably. His eyes watered from the coughing, his throat was burning.

He knew he needed to calm himself down, taking very shallow breaths he was able to get his breathing under control within a few minutes.

Shaking his head to get his eyes cleared he looked around to figure out where he now was. A few minutes ago he was in front of the Grandfather Tree now he was wherever he had been sent.

It took him only a few moments to realize where he was. He was found the source of the unpleasant pungent odor in the air. Turning to leave he took a few steps then realized he was sent here for a reason and he was on his quest.

Puzzled, he turned back towards the wall which housed long shelves and on those shelves were what appeared to be some type of food. Or it appeared to be food. It was all different shapes, colors, and some had a very jelly-like consistency.

His curiosity got the better of him and he slowly approached the wall to investigate further. His mind swirled with questions such as Why was I sent here? Is there something here I am to find? Am I supposed to eat one of these to continue on my quest or am I here just to be here?

Stopping only a few feet away from the racks he studied the odd food that was laid there to what he assumed was to rot but as he stared he suddenly realized that this was possibly either an offering from someone who believed that by doing so would afford them protection. Another possibility it was food for something he had not encountered yet, friend or foe was yet to be determined.

His mind swirled with all kinds of questions and theories. He stood only a few steps away from the wall and the food. He looked about close to him to see if he could find anything that would help him understand why this was here. He moved slowly to the left then back to the right and came back to stand in the middle where he first stopped. His mind was all over the place, he knew he was here for a reason but what? There was no way he was supposed to eat this, was he? The thought of even touching this food made his stomach queasy. He did not want to be rude to whomever but his reaction could not be contained. His lips began to quiver and his stomach heaved slightly. He managed to get himself under control within a few seconds but he knew that he more than likely had offended those whose chamber this was. He had to rectify this and then suddenly

His eyes began to lose their focus and he was suddenly off his feet. Looking up through the haze in his eyes he saw an outline of a being floating above him or that is what he thought he saw. He blinked a few times but the being was still there just out of his full line of sight but there fully. His head pounded with a sharp ache, eyes felt tight and stinging, his nose was assailed by a stench so sharp it was beyond words to describe, his throat was dry and parched. Yet he felt at peace which to him was baffling. Words suddenly floated on the air which was suddenly very moist and cool, the words sounded almost lyrical in nature.

Next thing he knew he was back in front of the tree but laying at his feet was one of the food items. He had no recollection in removing it from its place and now he was even more confused than ever.

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