The Magic Tree

Only the tree remained.

A lonely figure, standing there to protest the destruction that surrounded him. The bark, in part, began to connect with the cracks of other trees scattered throughout the hot country.

This tree is different from all other trees. Inside the magic. In anticipation…

It contains a bright light that connects to the dark sky, an entrance to another world beyond them ... As the dragons gather on the ground, the dragons fill the bridges and the drums explode in between the flowers swaying in the grass. A place where pegasus flew in clouds of twinkling stars. Then the griffins built temples to the clouds, flew on noble wings, and decorated them with dust.

Ash was surrounded by the smoky air of the burning forest, and in the daytime, the sky was dark.

The deceased was laid on the seeds not long afterwards and was saddened by the unfortunate discovery. Her ears twitched, her thin tail dropped, her eyes narrowed, and there was a puff of smoke.

Only one thing left from the fire?

Sadly, Chestnut groaned as he sank into the cracks. He felt that, for the first time in his life, he was lonely with himself.

The wind hit her face for a few seconds as Chestnut sprayed a spray of ash into her hair.

Is there any hope left to live in the Redwoods? To the delight of his family, the sky became clear and blue and the wind blew, and the birds of the tree sang in the gentle breeze. When harvesting nuts without stress and life for everyone? It’s hard to imagine that an awesome place like this right now is a living, cool forest.

The Chestnut explodes and pulls an acorn out of the problem. That’s just an acorn, to most creatures, however, but it’s not uncommon. He survived the fire. Ana is not a proud person, she has a heart carved on a scattered floor. This is the birthplace of Chestnut, whose parents gave him a little blind basket growing up in a very troubled world, not waiting for this very sad accident.

Her ears flew as she sniffed the air. Catching an acorn, the beginning begins with the seedlings. There is a new smell in the air now. The smell is different. Something… new. His heart burned with the hope that his nose would stick to the sky and smell the scent of the survivors.

The smell of trees? A tree! But there was a bigger smell hanging over him ... The smell of ... magic! Witchcraft?

When her heart stopped, she squirmed in her stomach, her eyes wide open, she knew for sure.

Chestnut let out her nose to guide him with the tips of her little fingers rubbing against the dry bodies and dirty leaves.

Chestnut hoped his nose hadn’t fooled him, after all, he wanted to get away from the place that was sucking him in with death. She wanted to run, to taste the fresh air on her soft tongue, to see her family like them again…

He continued, however, and the seeds were not left in the ground.

But for the fuel.

Chestnut's small tail circled around him squirming in the darkness of the black sky, until he reached a point he had never seen before in his world. He never really saw this place, despite his long desire to grow up with his family, a shadow under the canopy of leaves, hidden from hunters.

Is that a mountain on a tree?

The unbeliever in him, as he watched, rejoiced at the open window of hope. Chestnut jumps to a branch when he sees something different.

It didn’t look good.

Not at all true.

Chestnut's floors began to swell, complaining about the new location.

Mountain, how did you get there? But he knew that the only way to safety was a free road. Even so, he knew.

Out of instinct, in a very serious way.

When there is no way out, he finds it creeping through his memories and poisoning his mind. There is no output, no output, no output, the voice is sung, even if it pleases him. He hesitated at the entrance of the tree and shook as he put his foot out so he could hear the surface of the ground.

It’s like him walking, sucking, getting older. The surface of the object swelled as he squirmed and holding his hand in front of him pulling away from the soft cock.

No doubt the idea of ​​a tree is just a joke!

Chestnut exclaimed as she looked at the remains, the torturous world in her world, the world she lived in with her lover. Well, as Chestnut climbs the tree, another one comes back, wakes up in the air, breathes, breathes, lifts the spirits, the eyes begin, new activities begin ...