Or not... I forgot to put it on my list, so I didn't post last Thursday. I'll do it next THursday then, since I'm a bit behind...
Part LXXXVII: Rebirth of the Mothertree
Kornun 29th, 114 A.U.
"The elves have begun to press stronger on our forces, sir,” the hologram of Major Erklen spoke. “We have held our ground and are continuing to make progress, but it has become evident by the ships going to and from the elven forces that they have finally begun to bring their own reinforcements to the battle. As such, our current forces will not do. We need more reinforcements to continue to fight back the elves effectively. I now stand to receive my orders, sir.”
“I will gather more goblins and more equipment for you to fight the elves,” Lord-Protector Freglak spoke. “The elves have finally realized that they are in danger of being defeated by us, but their realization has come too late. Attack them in one large assault to bring them down before enough reinforcements come. We will visit a colossal humiliating defeat upon them. And they will know that their reign of terror is coming to an end over Arquenia.”
“You have heard the tales. You have believed the rumors. You have seen the sacrilege that has been committed day after day upon our grounds,” Jaine whispered as he moved in front of the audience, his shoulders hunched, a wild look in his eyes. “You have seen the blasphemy that has been committed in front of our faces day by day by our Lord, the goblin who would claim the title of Protector for himself. You have asked—you have questioned your beliefs because the Mothertree slumbers. You have wondered if power yet resided in the Protector of the goblins. And I stand before you to announce that it does. The Mothertree still liveth and has appeared to be, anointing me to proclaim a new Order of the Mothertree. The infidels and the hypocrites have been purged and now we stand to bring together a new Order—an Order where we will rise to greatness such as has never been seen before. The Mothertree has awakened. And we will rise out of the ashes.
“Do you question my words? Do you ask for signs? Do you seek proof, proof that the Mothertree still lives and that she slumbers not? O ye of little faith, that ye doubt the word of the High Priest, the spokesman of the Mothertree. Yet has she heard your cries and your pleas. She accepts your request. Behold! The power of the Mothertree!” There was the whistling of the wind in the air and the branches of the trees swayed back and forth as the small audience looked around, wondering if High Priest Jaine had finally snapped into insanity.
Suddenly, the branches moved, morphing as they moved together, surrounding Jaine like a halo as they moved around, new shoots growing off of them as the dead branches burst into full bloom, weaving into a wreath as the audience below them gasped in amazement and wonder.
“The Mothertree lives!” High Priest Jaine cried out as the Mothertree stretched out its branches again to its original position. “She has awakened to restore parts of the old and to awaken a New order! We live by the rules that we were founded on, but we go forward in a new future and mission that the Mothertree has revealed to us! As the Spring brings forth new life on the barren tree, so will we reclaim our former glory and more. The Mothertree has spoken to me and this she has said: ‘From the race of the goblins, I will call forth an order to bring an end to the reign of the elves. I will restore the former glory of the goblins and by my power will you stand upon the necks of your enemies.’ Thus has the Mothertree spoken! You have seen your power; now stand in awe and bow your heads. Proclaim the Mothertree as your own again and spread the news that the Mothertree liveth!”
“Liar!” There was a hush, as Jaine looked across the crowd, to see who had spoken.
“You lie!” A goblin stood up, pointing his finger at Jaine. Jaine knew who he was. Myrik was a feisty media person who ran a popular show on one of the television networks, and an adamant supporter of Freglak.
“You have conjured tricks to try to throw a veil over our eyes,” Myrik continued. “What is this miracle you claim to show us but an illusion—something which never happened but which you made us believe happened. If the Mothertree is what you claim it is, prove it. Like you had any possibility of doing so.”
Jaine narrowed his eyes, seething hatred toward Myrik. Like he could control the Mothertree with the flick of a button. The blasphemy of Myrik’s claim. Jaine opened his mouth to speak, but before he could speak, a loud groaning went through the tree and Jaine stepped back.
Wind passed by the Mothertree and it swayed. Suddenly, large roots burst up out of the ground. Myrik gave a scream as the roots suddenly grasped him, lifting him up into the air as he struggled, the roots producing spikes which drove into his flesh, rippling through him as he gasped out an inaudible word. And then the root doubled down, sinking to the earth as it took Myrik down with him, the earth closing again over them as Myrik disappeared from sight.
Silence fell upon the crowd as they stared at the ground, looking like nothing had happened. A couple news reporters fled, wishing that they had had the foresight to bring video cameras to capture the incident on tape.
And then Jaine spoke, speaking in a whisper that the listeners strained their ears to here. “Behold her power,” Jaine whispered. “The blasphemer has gotten what he wished for. The Mothertree has wracked her own vengeance on the goblin that would dare stand against her. The Mothertree lives and a new Order has risen up to carry her spirit and her power on to victory. Now go out and spread the word. Let it ring in the treetops: The Mothertree lives.”
Part LXXXVII: Rebirth of the Mothertree
Kornun 29th, 114 A.U.
"The elves have begun to press stronger on our forces, sir,” the hologram of Major Erklen spoke. “We have held our ground and are continuing to make progress, but it has become evident by the ships going to and from the elven forces that they have finally begun to bring their own reinforcements to the battle. As such, our current forces will not do. We need more reinforcements to continue to fight back the elves effectively. I now stand to receive my orders, sir.”
“I will gather more goblins and more equipment for you to fight the elves,” Lord-Protector Freglak spoke. “The elves have finally realized that they are in danger of being defeated by us, but their realization has come too late. Attack them in one large assault to bring them down before enough reinforcements come. We will visit a colossal humiliating defeat upon them. And they will know that their reign of terror is coming to an end over Arquenia.”
“You have heard the tales. You have believed the rumors. You have seen the sacrilege that has been committed day after day upon our grounds,” Jaine whispered as he moved in front of the audience, his shoulders hunched, a wild look in his eyes. “You have seen the blasphemy that has been committed in front of our faces day by day by our Lord, the goblin who would claim the title of Protector for himself. You have asked—you have questioned your beliefs because the Mothertree slumbers. You have wondered if power yet resided in the Protector of the goblins. And I stand before you to announce that it does. The Mothertree still liveth and has appeared to be, anointing me to proclaim a new Order of the Mothertree. The infidels and the hypocrites have been purged and now we stand to bring together a new Order—an Order where we will rise to greatness such as has never been seen before. The Mothertree has awakened. And we will rise out of the ashes.
“Do you question my words? Do you ask for signs? Do you seek proof, proof that the Mothertree still lives and that she slumbers not? O ye of little faith, that ye doubt the word of the High Priest, the spokesman of the Mothertree. Yet has she heard your cries and your pleas. She accepts your request. Behold! The power of the Mothertree!” There was the whistling of the wind in the air and the branches of the trees swayed back and forth as the small audience looked around, wondering if High Priest Jaine had finally snapped into insanity.
Suddenly, the branches moved, morphing as they moved together, surrounding Jaine like a halo as they moved around, new shoots growing off of them as the dead branches burst into full bloom, weaving into a wreath as the audience below them gasped in amazement and wonder.
“The Mothertree lives!” High Priest Jaine cried out as the Mothertree stretched out its branches again to its original position. “She has awakened to restore parts of the old and to awaken a New order! We live by the rules that we were founded on, but we go forward in a new future and mission that the Mothertree has revealed to us! As the Spring brings forth new life on the barren tree, so will we reclaim our former glory and more. The Mothertree has spoken to me and this she has said: ‘From the race of the goblins, I will call forth an order to bring an end to the reign of the elves. I will restore the former glory of the goblins and by my power will you stand upon the necks of your enemies.’ Thus has the Mothertree spoken! You have seen your power; now stand in awe and bow your heads. Proclaim the Mothertree as your own again and spread the news that the Mothertree liveth!”
“Liar!” There was a hush, as Jaine looked across the crowd, to see who had spoken.
“You lie!” A goblin stood up, pointing his finger at Jaine. Jaine knew who he was. Myrik was a feisty media person who ran a popular show on one of the television networks, and an adamant supporter of Freglak.
“You have conjured tricks to try to throw a veil over our eyes,” Myrik continued. “What is this miracle you claim to show us but an illusion—something which never happened but which you made us believe happened. If the Mothertree is what you claim it is, prove it. Like you had any possibility of doing so.”
Jaine narrowed his eyes, seething hatred toward Myrik. Like he could control the Mothertree with the flick of a button. The blasphemy of Myrik’s claim. Jaine opened his mouth to speak, but before he could speak, a loud groaning went through the tree and Jaine stepped back.
Wind passed by the Mothertree and it swayed. Suddenly, large roots burst up out of the ground. Myrik gave a scream as the roots suddenly grasped him, lifting him up into the air as he struggled, the roots producing spikes which drove into his flesh, rippling through him as he gasped out an inaudible word. And then the root doubled down, sinking to the earth as it took Myrik down with him, the earth closing again over them as Myrik disappeared from sight.
Silence fell upon the crowd as they stared at the ground, looking like nothing had happened. A couple news reporters fled, wishing that they had had the foresight to bring video cameras to capture the incident on tape.
And then Jaine spoke, speaking in a whisper that the listeners strained their ears to here. “Behold her power,” Jaine whispered. “The blasphemer has gotten what he wished for. The Mothertree has wracked her own vengeance on the goblin that would dare stand against her. The Mothertree lives and a new Order has risen up to carry her spirit and her power on to victory. Now go out and spread the word. Let it ring in the treetops: The Mothertree lives.”
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