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(Original Character, drawn by Soul_Draws)Hero File #0003

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(Original Character, drawn by Soul_Draws)

Hero File #0003

I am the protector of the Green. Of the Earth. Of Life.Nature is apart of me. It blooms inside of me. It's in my veins and my soul. I am going to fight to keep it safe. In every cost.

I was sitting on top of a building. Watching over the tiny village. I wasn't too far from New York, but I had to make a stop. I was looking down, to the kids playing with a ball outside, to people selling bread and cake for their living. And the small, oh it smells so good. Even tho I used to be one of them, I used to be human, Humans looks so different to me now.They seem like such a stressed and hard civilization. That you're only accepted in if you're the same. The normal. If you're different like me- or even just abit weird, you are done for. Humans makes me sad. Because they rush and don't think before they act. And it ruins not just them, but nature as well. I don't know if I'll be able to save both Humanity and Nature. But I know I have to try.

Suddenly I hear a scream. I hurry and get up, and take out my bow and arrow. I was aiming to shoot to the very direction the scream came from. But then I saw just a couple of teenagers screaming at each other and laughing. I nodded and put my bow down. I turned one last look the village, and put my bow and arrow back on my back. It's time to move. As I approach New York, I stop at once. My heart's beating rate is going crazy. I feel like I can't breath. I'm having an anxiety attack. Why? Why now? Why me?I catch my head with my hands, falling to my knees. My head fills with thoughts. The chaos has begun. Then I feel a touch on my head. I look up and see that a leaf fell on my head from the tree above me. I get up and turn to the tree.I stare at it a couple of minutes and then I hug it.

The tree makes it's arms grow longer, and then covers me. The chaos is now quiet. No war inside me. Just silence. A good silence. Nature giving me the peace I need, for now, before the next anxiety attack. Fuck, this is getting really bad.

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