Finally here, the old fart should live by the peak. Reminds me of the courage festival. It's going to be a hassle to get up there but i gotta do what i gotta do. Kinda sad though, this place used to be a bustling town with many festivities happening, while beautiful.. a great war used to take place in these fields. Blood have been spilled and soil the ground. Which is then rumored to be absorbed into the roots of the mountain as they grow this.. vibrant red tree. Maybe that's why they're called the blood tree.

As the no man's land now long and forgotten, grass have grown and covered up the old tragic history. hopefully something new will come from this.

The bunnies are still following me by the way, i can't get rid of them. Help.

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Hey there

I hope you have a good time reading this. I've been taking my time trying to get this story going, Natalia will eventually meet the Elder that can tell her about the meaning of her dream and what the symbol means. Also a bit of history to this land where she resides. As for me, College is still going.. thinking about it makes me feel depressed so i decided to just try and ignore it through painting.

Anyways i hope you enjoy this piece, tell me what ya think about it. Good bye