Twelve

I woke up startled. Sweat's streaming down my face. I look around frantically. Everyone's asleep. Rayla, Ezra, Zym, and Soren. What just happened? What was that dream? It wasn't just a horrible nightmare, but some message. I can't place it. I don't want to go back to sleep after that. I stood up still panting. 

I see the grass and the bushes. They all have voices, and the voices are screaming. I touch a blade of grass and I see how much we've hurt nature. How many bodies have fallen into the grass. How much pain the earth has had to endure. How many drops have fallen onto the grass. I back away. This is too much for me.

I walk out of the room. I walk to the entrance gate. I sit down on the steps. I let out a breath.

"So, now do you understand your purpose?" Isra asked coming out of the shadows. 

"I never knew how angry the grass was." I say.

"It is not just the grass. Every tree, every flower, every plant is angry!" She slammed her staff to the ground.

"What am I supposed to do about it?" 

"Simple reclaim earth. Reclaim nature's land. Those humans and elves walk along it like it's the floor."

"Well, technically it is." 

"You know the point!" 

Isra slammed her staff to the ground. The mountain started to shake. 

"Face your density! Become the spirit or mage so you can avenge nature. Enough wasting time." She said. 

She walked off. She turned to me.

"My time is almost ending you will have to take mine place." She said.

Feathers sprouted around her and wings grew. She shot into the sky. 

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