((Undiscovered, and undeserved,
Atop a hill, abundant with herbs.
A lone tree sat, old and flaking
A town moved in, thinking it good for taking.
You were among, caring and pure,
To try and protect the beautiful nature,
But alas you fail, and cruelty prevails...
The villagers chant, they want him dead.
But you'll work with him, through darkness and dread.))
In an old place, far from where most mortals dare to wander, was an apple tree. The guardians that lived near it never saw the village coming, but when it arrived, they welcomed it into their territory with open arms.
Predictably, their hospitality was abused. Just like them.