The Woodlands of My Birth

The freezing cold was biting into me even with the globe of warmth surrounding me with a thought the globe of warmth became blue fire warming my trees aswell. I would have to talk to the lord of the castle to stop cutting down the trees of my forest, but first I would have to build a wall around it for a while. ‘Scaroch grafen’ The ground started to shudder and move and a wall of earth grew around a mile away from the forest so that there would be room to grow while I was gone. I rarely used the words of my ancestors or even spoke normal words but it was less work even if mages would be able to see a slight pulsing of magic coming out of the forest I thought while skimming through the land. It took about an hour to get there and when I did people were gaping at me, these people obviously didn’t see much magic and that on a primitive level. I landed right in front of the door leading to the lord ‘You cant come in here without permission’ one of the guards said ‘I’m in no mood for an idiotic guard to tell me where I can not go gomang so either move or I will burn you’ ‘Ha yeah ok but even if you kill me you’ll have to go through another 30 soldiers and 15 crossbowmen who will shoot you as soon as that happens’ I considered the option of killing 46 men or translocating to behind the door. I took the translocation I never kill without a reason. I’d been away from the world for around 70 years so that would make 86 no wonder people have started trying to cut down the forest that I’d created from a simple oak tree. The place inside was magnificent with smoothly cut tables and amazing furs. Must be a very important lord or maybe even the king. A slight movement to my right warned me of an attack, rolling quickly forward unsheathing my sword in a swift movement but stopped from cutting at the thing it was a drake my favourite animal intelligent dangerous an dependable and most of all the brothers of wood elves. ‘Brother’ ‘Brother’ ‘The lord of this land where is he?’ ‘I am the lord of this land’ As he said this he slowly morphed back into a human. ‘Ah, a lord who’s a mage havn’t seen one of those.’ ‘Why are you here Tree Lord?’ I was surprised that he knew what I was, to most I was either a human mage or a simple wood elf. ‘You should know that your wood cutters have started to cut down my forest I would like you to stop bringing men their or else I shall have to kill them instead of take their memories away.’ ‘I wondered why they had come back with no memory of going there, but if this is the case how are we supposed to get wood to expand?’ ‘I don’t care but if you don’t stop trying to cut my trees down you wont be able to expand and you wont even be remembered you city will be destroyed if you don’t leave my

forest alone. I could give you wood that has fallen down which is a fair amount but eventually I will build a path through it specially for you so that you are not completely cut of from the world’ The lord looked at me questioningly ‘My forest will eventually grow around your castle, the good thing about our being allies is that no one can come near your castle once my forest has grown around you and you’ll have a very powerful sorcerer and an expert swordsmen.’ ‘And what do you want in return?’ ‘Don’t disrupt the way my forest grows and you tell me your name’ ‘Agreed, my name is Margon the Lord of FairGrove

Gomang (meaning human dog) Scaroch (meaning wall) Grafen (meaning grow)