"By the blood beyond his withered skin we live. From the ground above his all embracing roots do we fall. By the branches that protect is the fruit of life remade.  We are children of the all father. He of the present, bearer of the past, and carrier of the future." By the all-father I live and for the all-father I walk. As long as we've known spires of ashen wood have pierced the sky, unable to surpass the height of the all fathers canopy. With every spire entered a new past is seen and with every memory experienced life returns to the all-father. As he grows so does my doubt. If we are born of the all-father than what of the all-father? Is he truly protecting us. We live trapped in the present, our future guided by those beyond our arms but does it have to be? One spire I met her. I saw a past beyond what was allowed. A past without the all father. We're we truly born by him? And so together we travel, finding more and more seeds beyond his grasp. What will become of our future?