Phobia
I own nothing. Try to guess what each type of phobia means! Dare you to WITHOUT looking them up!
Entomophobia - irrational fear of insects
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Chapter 3: Dendrophobia
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Crane would never admit it to anyone. It just wasn't something many would expect from someone like him, especially considering what he was. If he could change, he would, but that wasn't something that seemed likely to happen any time soon.
Sighing in frustration, he swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and shook his head to clear the terror that threatened to eviscerate him. Leaping to the air, he spread wide, ivory wings like long, elegant clouds that would consume the sky in their loving shade, and soared forward.
The wave of tall figures, vermillion, carnelian, maroon, so many autumnal colors, threatened to engulf him. He didn't know why they scared him so much, but their intimidating size stood hovering over him even as he flew onward. They owned the land, not him. Theirs was the Earth, not anyone else's.
Perhaps it was their daunting size that terrified him. They stood, proud and strong, lording over him. They would forever touch the sky he loved so dearly, forever cuddle and cradle the Earth and soil that held him. He could never touch them, only wonder and marvel at their power.
Or maybe that was the route of his fear. Their might and infallibility amazed him to no end, stopping him in his tracks to admire the strength that permeated the air around them. Yet for all their strength, they held and maintained an elegant elderliness.
It could very well have been that age that scared him so much. Something that old remembered, and could very easily hold a grudge for hundreds of years. The memories and age instilled within the ancient branches of each of them held him captivated and fearful for his life. After all, Grand Master Oogway had said before that it was through age that he had learned to interpret motives and plans. He had seen them so many times, and Crane was certain that they had similar experiences.
He didn't know what it was that instilled the fear of karma within his weak, in comparison, at least, frame, but the combination of their size, power, and age frightened him so much he had avoided them vehemently for several years.
What the reason for it was, Crane was uncertain, but whatever it was, one thing was true. Master Crane's greatest fear was not death, was not being bound to the ground, but was, in fact, the mighty, gargantuan, ancient trees that always surrounded him.
