The Withering

Never Ever

The group arrived at the base of the Primeval Tree, their breaths visible in the crisp, cool air. The tree, once a symbol of enduring life and strength, now stood with drooping branches and faded leaves. 

Its usual vibrant energy was reduced to a faint shimmer, barely perceptible. Fripp led the way, his small figure moving with an unusual solemnity. The Soul Riders and Druids walked in a tight-knit formation, each of them taking in the scene with grave expressions. 

As the group gathered around the ailing tree, Fripp began to speak, his voice breaking the tense silence, "We need to approach this with utmost care. The energy of the tree is fragile, and any misstep could hinder our efforts,"

Ydris stood slightly apart from the group. His eyes, though filled with a soft admiration as they rested on the tree, revealed the depth of his concern. You turned to him before starting the process. With a silent smile, you reached out and squeezed his hand reassuringly. His gaze softened, and he gave a small, encouraging nod.

The Druids moved quickly, their hands weaving complex patterns in the air. A shimmering barrier of light began to form around the tree, its glow a soft blue hue that contrasted with the muted greens of the ailing tree.

The Soul Riders, each ready with their own skills, prepared to assist in channeling energy and maintaining vigilance. Lisa, Alex, and Linda positioned themselves strategically around the tree, their focus unwavering. 

You took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the situation.

Fripp approached, his expression thoughtful, "We should ensure the area is properly safeguarded before we proceed. If any shadows or dark forces interfere, they could undermine our efforts,"

You nodded, acknowledging the wisdom of his words. The Druids continued their work, their energy creating a protective shield around the tree. Avalon kept a watchful eye, ready to intervene if necessary. Ydris stood by your side, his presence a steadying force. His usual composure was tinged with a visible, if subtle, strain.

You turned to him, your voice soft but determined, "I'm about to begin. You can stay close, if you like. Your presence helps,"

Ydris nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a look of quiet resolve, "I will be right here,"

You took a deep breath and extended your hands towards the tree. 

A golden light began to emanate from your palms, warm and radiant. The light spread like a liquid river, flowing over the tree's gnarled bark and beneath its surface.

The magic flowing from your hands was like nothing you'd ever felt before. 

A powerful, golden light surrounded the Primeval Tree, filling every withered leaf and branch with a warm, life-giving energy. The tree, once on the brink of decay, now seemed to pulse with the beginnings of renewed life. You could feel the connection between yourself and the tree deepening, the energy between you intensifying as the healing process progressed.

But it was taking its toll. 

The strain of channeling such powerful magic alone was beginning to wear you down. Your muscles ached, and your vision blurred slightly from the effort, but you pushed through. They needed you.

As you continued, a feeling of unease crept up your spine. 

You could sense it before you saw it, a shift in the atmosphere, like a sudden storm brewing on a clear day. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ydris, standing just behind the group, his expression growing more intense with each passing second. He was no longer just watching, something inside him was unraveling.