If the tree burns, we burn with it.

The world will fall apart, shattering into oblivion until it regrows, and we will be gone from this earth.

The children thought they had a mere climbing spot.

The coven of witches who protected the tree, traveled with it, and fought with it's magic knew better.

First her, then him.

They wanted the power, and wanted the universe.

We won't let them.

Somewhat based on a game I used to play. Like a role play irl.
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Radical-Shadow
Mainly bc you always have the best ideas

Should I???