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Year 758 of the New Age - Glenmore, what-used-to-be-the-Great-Oak, Autumn -

Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin

Lady Mór had not been at the Great Oak, when the storm had started. She had been away, like she used to be more and more frequently these days.
The days, that had held her at the ancient tree where starting to fade away, the other Royals had become dull to her, the presence of Oganach had become dull to her there, she had began to find him somewhere else. With somebody else.
She had not told anybody about, except for him. She knew he was the only one she could share her worries with, the only one who would listen to her. The one that had become much more important to her, than even her magic.

When the storm began, she however felt a starring in the woods. She felt the fear of her children plants all around her, she felt how they quivered. There was something more to this storm than any other storm, that had rolled over Glenmore many times before. There was something awfully forsaking, something dangerous, something threatening about it. At first she thought it might just be her, again worrieing too much about things that a lady actually was not supposed to worry about, yet when the storm broke lose in all it's anger, it did not take long for mayhem to break lose!

Mór only heard the cries and calls from far away, but she saw the smoke rising high above the trees, she felt the trees scream and bellow. Something had happened!
She didn't know how she got there, but she ran straight for the Great Oak, stopping on a hill above the clearing, where the majestic tree used to tower over them, protect them, ensure them, that Oganach was with them, keeping them safe.
She remembered fawnhood days, where she played in the soft shade of the great tree, where she lay at her mother's side, listening to the stories the leaves of the oak whispered to her.
Now all she heard was screams!
She heard fawnlings screaming, saw them running about aimlessly. Some to aid, some in panic, trying to get away. What was even worse however, was the screams coming from the tree itself.
The mighty oak was split in two, both halves awkwardly bowing to each side, the soft brown of it's bark black with smoke, it's top no longer filled with wise, whispering leaves, but a crown of hungry flames that reached greediely into the sky.

The doe stood. Frozen. Had Oganach left them? Was he punishing them? Had he eventually striked them with this sign, that change needed to happen?
Mór was no wise doe, she was no princess, she knew not of the true ways of Oganach and she did not dare to speak in his name, but what she knew, what that the horror infront of her was not happening without a reason.
They had lived to the fullest in the safe watch of Oganach. They had fed and grown and forgotten. They were no longer, what they used to be, Mór knew this and the others needed to know as well, they could not have forgotten all together!
It was them who had brought this punishment upon themselves, them, because they had only taken from Oganach, only trusted in him keeping them safe forever. They were his children, but at some point children needed to start caring for themselves and not forever trust in their father to take away all evil. Oh, they had used him for too long.
Mór knew nothing, but she knew that the times were changing!

Wordcount - 601

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Lady Mór feels Oganach's punishment is the fault of his fawnlings. Lady Mór thinks it's the sign to change. Lady Mór will change things.

+1 magic - art
+1 magic - lit - 400-999 words

Description
Year 758 of the New Age - Glenmore, what-used-to-be-the-Great-Oak, Autumn -

Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin

Lady Mór had not been at the Great Oak, when the storm had started. She had been away, like she used to be more and more frequently these days.
The days, that had held her at the ancient tree where starting to fade away, the other Royals had become dull to her, the presence of Oganach had become dull to her there, she had began to find him somewhere else. With somebody else.
She had not told anybody about, except for him. She knew he was the only one she could share her worries with, the only one who would listen to her. The one that had become much more important to her, than even her magic.

When the storm began, she however felt a starring in the woods. She felt the fear of her children plants all around her, she felt how they quivered. There was something more to this storm than any other storm, that had rolled over Glenmore many times before. There was something awfully forsaking, something dangerous, something threatening about it. At first she thought it might just be her, again worrieing too much about things that a lady actually was not supposed to worry about, yet when the storm broke lose in all it's anger, it did not take long for mayhem to break lose!

Mór only heard the cries and calls from far away, but she saw the smoke rising high above the trees, she felt the trees scream and bellow. Something had happened!
She didn't know how she got there, but she ran straight for the Great Oak, stopping on a hill above the clearing, where the majestic tree used to tower over them, protect them, ensure them, that Oganach was with them, keeping them safe.
She remembered fawnhood days, where she played in the soft shade of the great tree, where she lay at her mother's side, listening to the stories the leaves of the oak whispered to her.
Now all she heard was screams!
She heard fawnlings screaming, saw them running about aimlessly. Some to aid, some in panic, trying to get away. What was even worse however, was the screams coming from the tree itself.
The mighty oak was split in two, both halves awkwardly bowing to each side, the soft brown of it's bark black with smoke, it's top no longer filled with wise, whispering leaves, but a crown of hungry flames that reached greediely into the sky.

The doe stood. Frozen. Had Oganach left them? Was he punishing them? Had he eventually striked them with this sign, that change needed to happen?
Mór was no wise doe, she was no princess, she knew not of the true ways of Oganach and she did not dare to speak in his name, but what she knew, what that the horror infront of her was not happening without a reason.
They had lived to the fullest in the safe watch of Oganach. They had fed and grown and forgotten. They were no longer, what they used to be, Mór knew this and the others needed to know as well, they could not have forgotten all together!
It was them who had brought this punishment upon themselves, them, because they had only taken from Oganach, only trusted in him keeping them safe forever. They were his children, but at some point children needed to start caring for themselves and not forever trust in their father to take away all evil. Oh, they had used him for too long.
Mór knew nothing, but she knew that the times were changing!

Wordcount - 601

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Lady Mór feels Oganach's punishment is the fault of his fawnlings. Lady Mór thinks it's the sign to change. Lady Mór will change things.

+1 magic - art
+1 magic - lit - 400-999 words