He has never spoken to us, but through generations his legend has been told. Come close now and listen, brothers and sisters, to the tale of our father. The tale of our great Spirit Tree.
In a land far across the sea, named Nibel, another spirit tree lived. His light, like ours, kept nature vitalized, and his children basked and thrived in it for eons. But one night, a great and evil owl came and ripped his light and eyes from its socket, crushed it, and tossed it to the forest floor!
Without his sight and source of power, the forest became sick, and the tree was helpless to stop the death and suffering. What followed was a period of darkness in Nibel known simply as...the blindness.
But in the forest's darkest hour, a lone spirit guardian arose to fight the decay! He rescued the tree's eyes, and together they restored the forest's three elements: water, winds, and warmth...and in the process, the evil beast was slain!
With his home restored, and with newfound purpose, that spirit set out on a long journey across the sea to Niwen, to our home. The suffering of this land had called to him, crying out for restoration! The old Spirit Willow, former mother of this land, had passed away, leaving her light shattered as wisps. From the beginning, he knew what he had to do. From the beginning, he knew his destiny.
Having found the wisps and pieced the light back together, he then embraced it, joined with it, sacrificed his old form to become the towering perennial we see today! Yes, this heroic spirit was indeed our father.
Never forget, my siblings, never forget: he did that for Niwen, he did that for nature, he did that for us! Nowhere in the world can life persist without a spirit tree, without light, without us! We work, train, and pray that no guardian has to endure what he endured ever again! Remember this, my siblings...remember...