Over the course of the last few days I've discovered that I don't know a lot. Like I know surprisingly little for all these big words that I know how to use. Like surprisingly. Or superfluous. It's kinda strange, as it makes me wonder where I learned them and from whom. Not who but whom.

I had... Theories.

The first one was that I knew them merely by being sentient. But that just didn't seem right. Like it was a cop out sort of answer. My other theory, in my opinion, was much much better. Oh, and there should be a comma in between much and much in the last sentence. Anyway, my new theory was that I learned it from people. Specifically the people that occasionally passed me by.

It wasn't a super common occurrence. But when it did happen, people were usually talking. They would throw around all sorts of words. Like crisis and responsibility. Neither of which I knew the meaning of. Other than that the people seemed to take them serious. Which I guess made them serious words, huh?

Serious with a capital S, that is. And if they were so serious, I ought to devise a way to learn what they actually meant. The only problem was that I'd probably have to ask a people. Which was impossible as I couldn't speak. I'm fact, I couldn't even move. I was quite literally rooted in place and only ever moved due to the interference of outside forces. Like the wind.

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Wind that I doubted would be willing to help. Far as I could tell the wind wasn't really a living thing. It was much more a passionateless force of nature. Like some sort of lesser tree. Trees, at least, were alive even if they lacked the ability to craft thoughts. And I was proof that they could gain that ability anyway.

Which begged the question? Were their other thinking trees? If their were, I felt the answer somehow lay within the weird orb inside me. There was something distinctly magic about it, and I had no clue what magic was.

So, I of course, broke my rule about touching the orb and touched it anyway. Like before, the result included a lot of pain. But this time I didn't stop after it felt like my wood was burning. I pushed on and continued to poke and prod the thing until I finally got a different reaction.

A positive one this time.

The thingy released some sort of energy into my very being. And the crazy thing about this energy was how much it didn't taste like sunlight. It was much more like water, only shakier and far more nutritious. If nutritious was the right word of course. Not only that but it felt like it was empowering me in some way. Like sunlight but better.

Then it stopped.

The flow of energy, not from the sun, came to an abrupt halt. The thing inside of me also stopped making a humming sound. A sound I'd only noticed now because it was utterly silent.

Clearly, I'd have to do some research.