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So heres a bit of a story that I have an idea for. It's gonna be about this chick named Shu'nii (shoe-nee) and shes going to basically go Joan of Arc on the whole of the world. Well... the patriarcal society thats been set up. Why? Cause I am feeling my feminism morals come to the fore front. But before I actually get to writing this whole thing out, I'm gonna write my parody of Romeo and Juliet. Oh yeah. Fanfiction rocks.

Oh, and the tree is the Shuntang tree, basically the tree of life. And shes gonna have like an epiphany and blah blah blah. It sucks, it was written in class while I was really bored. Just fyi

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And it was here. And it was alive, if barely.

Shu'nii reached out a shaking hand and touched the smooth greying white bark. Only when her fingertips touched th tree and began to spread out as she pressed her palm against it did she think twice about this ancient dweller of the forest.

The space behind her eyes began to burn, but slowly the pain dissolved into a warmth that seeped through her veins and warmed her flesh, inside and out. Shu'nii closed her eyes and welcomed the memories that the tree offered to her.

Words and pictures jumbled their way into her head and took over her body, causing her to go rigid and stare ahead at nothing, her body empty of herself.

Pain, pain, it was all pain. Red blinding pain. Hot. Burning, unbearable pain. It peeled the nerves away from your skin and made your teeth chatter. Flashes of cold and hot, intermingled to create an uncomfortable, sticky blanket of your skin.

Screaming, shouting, running. Something was coming closer and closer. Flashes, blurs of people running past, dark shadows on their heels. Couldn't run, couldn't run, We can't run. Everywhere the shadows are swallowing everything!

Death. After the pain came the darkness, welcomed, unwanted. Grotesque, painless, stained a crimson red.

Its over, all we know that is the truth is gone. Dead. Laying in tatters at Our roots. Overwhelming sadness. None are that are able to feel are here anymore, not even the creator of the passing shadows. None are tied to our roots anymore.

Dying. We are dying.

Shu'nii gasped and stumbled backward, her mind still reeling with the images the had shared.

Somehow though, she felt tied to the tree now. And the tree itself looked better. In fact, one long barren branch had sprouted a leaf bud. The red veins that would spread out on the blue green leaf flesh when it opened made the small bud look pinkish in the pale light.

Shu'nii swallowed a lump in her throat and she stepped forward again to hover her palm just over the tree bark. It felt warmer than previously, and Shu'nii thought she could feel a heartbeat. A soft, rythmic thump, thump, thump radiated from the scarred, pale tree bark.

The flat of her palm once more rested lightly on the tree, the beat was almost unnoticable, but she found her own heart joined in the rythm. Thump, thump, thump.

Life. They;ve planted us and now we bring Life. Trees are sprouting, clean air is flowing. Animals make homes in the trees, evolving to mover out over the new hostile terrain. The planet that once was barren rock, now we bring it Life.

As this memory floated through Shu'nii's mind, her brain came to realize that the voice of the memories was the tree itself. It was an entity, tied to the world through "Life".

Temples are built around us. Beautiful grey stone. People are everywhere, whispering prayers at our roots, walking in temple garb.

They are in a secret room discussing. We can feel Them getting angry. Our branches quiver with Their emotions. So full of emotion are They that we feel enraged to be stuck here, tied by our own roots to this young bustling planet.

The goddess of our young ones comes out of the temple room and sits at our base, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She speaks of the terrible things the gods wish to happen and how they don't listen to her or the other goddesses. What has happened? This planet has driven Them insane with power lust.

It happens always, fighting till one is left and worshipped by the masses, the others having to find a new planet, a new people. The last world a goddess with the popular name Frish abandoned the creed and waged war against the others. The world before hers was a world stolen from the creed by a god with many names: Zeus, Yahweh, Allah, Dagda, Thor.

We ourselves have never seen the disrest happen so fast. This world is so new the people haven't even named their own planet. They've named their stars and the the moons. But this planet is so new, so fresh, our roots haven't even pierced the heart of the rock.

We sense a dreadful future.