"Hey, old timer." I say.

Anthrax, Guardian of this Tree, but in my opinion, he's just a shriveled old prune. His long beard drags the ground. He had a boorish looking old brown robe that didn't cover his sleeves. The most interesting about Anthrax would be that he had three eyes. I let out a breath. I don't have time for this.

"Goodfellow, I was wondering when you would show up." Anthrax says.

"You were expecting me, weren't you?" I cross my arms.

"The wind told me everything. You really are in quite a pickle." Anthrax says.

"You can say that again." I sigh.

"If that is what thou wish, you really are in quite a pickle." Anthrax says.

"Thank you for that." I say with a touch of sarcasm and regret. 

"You have tipped the balance Goodfellow. The end is nearly upon us and the beginning of a terrible blackness." Anthrax says.

"Tell me about it." I hiss.

"It is beyond anything you could ever dream of Goodfellow!" Anthrax yells.

I tweak my ear.

"Your yelling has not dampened your voice." I say.

"Pay attention Goodfellow and think of the broader scale. This is beyond anything of you or me." Anthrax warns.

"Oh, enlighten me." I say. 

That might not have been the right response. He glares at me. Anthrax had a grand temper. Never know what will set him off. He holds up his hand and a black flame ignites. He throws it at the tree. It lights in fire. I jump in surprise.

"Wait no!" I yelp.

"See that? That will happen to us all!" Anthrax yells.

I see the fruit burning and rage ignites in me. I see the leaves falling. I see the fruit drying and turning to ash. That was my one chance to remember! That was my last chance! I shoot forward. I grab his robe.

"You better have some extra ones!" I yell.

"Why is it so important to you?" Anthrax asks.

"What?" I choke.

I drop him.

"What riddles are you spewing out now old prune?" I spit.

He whacks me on the head with his staff suddenly. I jump. His staff felt like a mace.

"Ow! Why'd you do that?" I ask.

"Are you finally seeing things clearly Goodfellow?" He asks.

"What? What do you mean?" I ask.