Care to hear the tales of an old tree? I have been rooted in this land longer than I or even the planet can remember. I have seen mere specs of dust evolve into marvellous creatures your simple mind wouldn't be able to comprehend. Civilisations have been built, destroyed and all but forgotten around me. I have been bathed in the water from tsunamis and the magma from volcanos. Many have revered, worshipped and even built magnificent religions around me... Few tried to destroy me, none have succeeded. My name alone should explain how I am. Aosthau, Strong, mighty, ancient, natural, knowledgeable, brave... In your language, I suppose it would translate to something along the lines of; Mighty Oak.   Oh, sorry, I may have confused you with all of that... Sorry, let me rephrase that; Would you care to hear the story of a young man?