The mother tree named me after the hero who slew the evil dragon. She said my branches reminded her of the sword that belonged to "Silgurd"

I am a world tree and have been alive for over 700 years.

Just a matter of fact, I was born a twin, and my brother lives on the other side of the lake. His name is Jack.

We chat a lot since we live so near each other.

It's my Muninn who carries the messages.

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***Muninn is a chatty raven in Norse Mythology***

I was this unusual human baby today who somehow came to my mountain.

You know I was surprised and a bit shocked since no human was ever able to come to my mountain ever since I became an adult because of my branches.

But this fledgling somehow was able to make it.

Even more surprising for me was when I saw this new infant fighting a beast wolf like it was baby's play.

Hehe!! You see what I did there!

"Oy Munnin!! Go and ask my brother what should I do?"

"Gasp"

Did that baby just split the chimera in two, and where did the other part go.

This fledgling is crazy.

Previously the chimera was attacking the baby with its claws but somehow couldn't touch the baby's flesh.

Is the baby somehow able to control space?

What's wrong with this world? How can there be such an insane baby?

No fuck that, I have to save this baby.

The blood from the wolf would attract other beasts and once they find him he will be torn apart.

Fuckkkkkkkk!!!