Slate Sibirica (Literature)

Slate or Slate Sibirica is a dryad who is currently located in and presides over the Yvresian land of Villedeboard. He has a simple personality but can be blunt or cruel in his judgement as he is extremely goal oriented and straightforward, often not considering the emotional state or wishes of those around him. He is also highly trained in martial arts with explosive physical power.
== Storyline updates ==
=== Joining Villedeboard ===
The waves of the sea crashed against the shore. The sun was long down. All to be heard was footsteps, massive, hulking footsteps. He walked up the shore towards the house he had been told to go to. There were two guards outside, they were little inconvenience. He killed them. The door was about as difficult to get past, it snapped like a twig. His naginata sharp, he swung, he carved. He heard creaking down the stairs, he took a fighting pose. Surprised by the one who emerged, he once again stood. He listened, apologised and followed them upstairs. Sat in the desk across from him was a being almost as massive as he was. His brother, a rare grin cracked his face. He sat down and listened. "I want you to look after this place - t help me in it's defence and with any... dirty business. No matter who it involves removing" At long last he felt excitement, it had eluded him for so long. He shook hands with his brother and went downstairs. Outside he practiced swinging his weapon, the rock he swung it at was shattered by pressure and a grove of trees behind it collapsed. He scowled, he hadn't wanted to hit the trees. They were infected anyway. He could kill those ones.
=== Revival ===
Slate pushed open the entrance to the basement of the Cuirassier manor, and a wave of dust flew out; nobody had been in there for a long time. As he descended the stairs, he could see a layer of dust was still settled over most of the books in the Curassier library. A sudden creak made him jump as he stepped off of the stairs onto the hardwood floor of the basement, Slate jumped a little before looking down - uncertain the floor could handle his weight. 
He reached out, flipping the page of the logbook open to the most recently changed page, his eyes settled on his scratchy handwriting near the bottom of the page. It read “Preserved Vert Sibirica sapling”. Under this text, he found the location of the sapling and closed the book. It slammed shut with a heavy thump dislodging yet more dust.  
Slate walked over to the box, pulling out a heavy, shining key before unlocking the box. He reached in, pulling out a wrinkled sapling-like form which loosely resembled his late brother, Vert. about half of the wrinkled form was entrenched in moss. Slate lifted it, it didn’t weigh all that much any more, unlike his brother who had weighed several tons.
He quickly climbed the stairs, rushing to the front door which he shoved past, it wobbled slightly. It was still quite delicate since he had broken through it the night he had first come to Villedeboard.  As he turned to the left, the town centre came into view and he could see Lapis stood at the central monument. A look of deep concentration filled her face, beneath her there was an intricate web of what must have been hundreds of thousands, no millions of roots, surrounding a patch of dirt in the centre and wrapping around each other like intricately weaved wires. They each extended out of the town and into the red forest, wrapping around the smaller trees. 
Slate placed his late brother into the patch of dirt in the middle and covered him slightly before extending his roots, significantly bigger and thicker but way fewer into the diseased forest. He wrapped each root around a larger infected tree, feeling the infection immediately attempting to climb them. Suddenly he felt his roots being completely incised and watched as Lapis replaced his roots with her own. He took in a deep breath, about to cry out and demand an explanation as to why she would do this when she was already struggling with the infection from her trees infections. “IS HE READY?” She questioned pouring a significant amount of energy into speaking up while fighting the climbing infection. Slate gave a quick and definitive nod. 
Lapis broke her efforts at once, almost welcoming the infection’s climb up the web of her roots, as if willing it to pass into her. But that was not all she drained, the surge of life energy mingled with the infection as it flowed up her roots and into not her but the dirt patch within which Vert was buried. The energy, a such magnitude, bubbled along her roots and into the ground like a river about to burst its banks. Sped along like a jet engine about to take flight, flooded into the ground like an oil spill into seawater. Such was its majesty.
As the energy flows, the dirt sprouts numerous flowers and grass springs out of the arid bed, along with the rapid growth of a tree, a Sibirica Spruce. Something is wrong, however, what should be green grass and brightly coloured flowers is consumed by a lone shade. A deep, blood-red. Slate watches as the tree shoots up with concern that it has been affected but the moss seems to be green despite his worries. 
It was roughly thirty minutes later but for Lapis, it felt like Weeks. Energy still flowed down her roots but it was slowed now, calmer - more like a tranquil trickle than the rushing flood it had been previously. The tree was as tall as Slate by this point, it continued growing. It must have been eight foot by the time it stopped, but Lapis was no longer able to see this. She lay on the ground heavily drained from this heavy ordeal. 
The tree stands, grand, for a moment before a sudden creak sounds as it seems to take a humanoid form. Behind it, the remaining red trees wither away completely. Slate looks away from the withering red trees and directly into his brother’s face. His brother’s red-streaked mossy face. Wait- what? Slate drew his naginata immediately. Vert looked lovingly at Slate with something flickering in his eyes “Hey Bro why are you pointing th.” Vert lunged forwards, slate brandished his Naginata at his brother who had just collapsed onto the floor, deeply asleep.