Three figures sit around a campfire, the surrounding woods full of howls.

The first figure places a small piece of wood on the fire, staring at his fellow traveling companions. Each has a drink of some kind. The second one has a wine cup full of wine smelling similar to the far eastern elf kingdoms specialty. The third figure drinks a mixture of dwarvin beer with a touch of wyvern blood, which is known for its strong taste. But the most important is the first figure. The drink of choice that this figure had, was the newest in a mana fruit juices.

The figure swirled its cup with watching the purplish read liquid spinning around his cup.

“Have you heard the news on the creation of this juice?” One figure looked at the other.

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“Isn’t it made by some family in the east?”

The first figure nodded at the answer “west, but yeah, This juice appeared on the market and has been getting more lucrative per day. Its said even the royal family has taken interest in the creation process.”

Than the figure leaned in closer to the other two “Thing is, no one and I mean no one knows how its made. It was traced to a family of farmers in the west but there’s no sign of the magical fruits.”

***

‘Little one?’

‘little one, you must wake up at once’

A gentle voice entered the slumbering trees mind, a small yet clear voice. Yet the tree could only be on the brisk of being awake and asleep. Noticing the voice, the tree just blamed its imagination. Oh right, the tree had developed a imagination and had also started dreaming in the middle of its great slumber. The tree liked these dreams, it liked one dream in particular. The tree just stays and watches its domain, a layer of snow cover the floor. The quite fills the domain, bugs, wolves, everything was at calm. Only for the sound of snow being crunched as a person entered, her hair blue, fluffy ears flicking around whenever a falling snow touched.

‘LITTLE ONE’

Yet someone had decided to pester the tree

‘You must help’

WHEN IT WAS TRYING TO DREAM

‘WHAT DO YOU WANT’

The tree screamed in its head.

‘….’

It was silent for a minute or so

‘Please help me’