It's our great pleasure to invite you to take a few glimpses of world where ancient civilizations used lost magics to wage war, where magical creatures roamed the lands (even if most people never noticed), where facts become legends and then fade aw...
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The forest was its domain, the tree its home. At this point, the animals all knew to stay well away from it. No birds landed on it anymore, no squirrels made it their home since it had moved there. Only the campers were foolish enough to come near the tree. It watched as they made their fire, as they set their tents and told their stories. It had to fight off the urge to attack, but it knew if it attacked more would come and it did not want that. It only wanted the quiet. So, it would wait, it would endure their presence in his domain. They would soon leave anyway, and it? It had all the time in the world. It was, after all, eternal.
