Something’s wrong, the ash-like tree thought. His friend was lying down on the grass near him. Its presence was getting smaller, fading. It needs my help! Each passing second getting dimmer and dimmer. How can I? How… This is it, I have to move, I can’t just watch my friend disappear.

  He pushed, almost like a bird trying to get out of an egg. Cmon, I can do this, I need to do this! My whole life was preparing me for this moment! I just need to… Move!

  He heard something snapping.

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  Loads of information screens appeared in his mind. He didn’t care. Right now his focus was on the body he saw. Yes, saw, he could see now. The world was still dark, but he could define shapes. The body on the ground was that of a young-looking creature.

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  He tried moving his roots, only to find they weren't roots anymore. With some difficulty, he managed to move without falling flat on his face.

  Approaching as fast as he could without stumbling over, he now saw blood covering the ground, creating a trail that leaded out of his glave.

  I… I took too long. My friend is gone.

  The Treant didn’t understand what he felt. He was just empty. The giant felt the falling rain. I dreamed of this… But… But I’ve failed.

  He grabbed the body, carrying it like it was the most delicate thing in the world. Don’t worry, I will make sure you have your rest. He placed it alongside a great oak. He picked tiny flowers with his big trunk-like hands and adorned his friend's cold body. Rain clouded his yellow eyes. I will discover what happened to you, he promised.

  The blood trail his friend left was slowly fading, getting cleaned by the falling rain. I need to be quick. He looked at his new body. He was similar to the tree he once was. His skin was made from the same ash-like bark. Massive arms and legs powered him. Yellow and black moss covered the lower part of his face, mimicking a beard. He still had the same golden leafs, but his canopy was smaller, more concentrated. His eyes were like a golden, almost orange, flame. He shifted his attention to the information screens that had appeared.

  Yeah, this will be handy, he thought while following the blood trail. A mixture of anger and sadness filling his eyes.