Whom Gods Destroy

T’akshlish cowers in the crotch of the Mother Tree as the winds roar through the valley.

She is terrified.

The branches of the tallest trees break and fly through the air, the lightning and thunder and wind making an unbearable noise that batters her body until she seems to disappear into it.

The Mother Tree groans and shakes and T’akshlish hugs it with all her might, her own trembling and the tree’s together.

And then it is over.

She  pushes away branches covering her refuge and emerges in a new world of shattered stumps and slanting beams of sunlight.

 

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