Death of the Giant Yggdrasil Tree
Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of Mana. A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero's life was sacrificed in order to take its place. Grieving over the loss, the goddess disappeared unto the heavens. The goddess left the angels with this edict: "You must wake me, for if I should sleep, the world shall be destroyed." The angels bore the Chosen One, who headed towards the tower that reached up unto the heavens. And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the world.
I know what you're thinking, this just one of those "recap or rewrite" stories of the brave heroes who went off to "regenerate" the world. No, this is different, this is a story years after.BOOM! I heard a crash that morning. It's not like I haven't heard a "boom" before, it was just different than a gunshot, or an explosion. There was a stronger crisp to it that made me jump. My mom ran in moments afterward and grabbed me by the arm. I had no idea what was about to happen.
Out in the street, our town scurried more than usual, they ran here in there in a great commotion. All I heard was, "The Tree! The Tree!" and "It's gone! What are we to do!" As any 15 year old would be, I was confused and scared. I soon realized that our tree of Mana was gone…well mostly it had a gaping hole. Then it happened, out of nowhere it split into a thousand pieces, flying in all directions. My mom was split away from me, I looked for her, but the crowd engulfed her in seconds. In a last attempt I created the largest energy barrier I could, to save as much people as possible. CRASH! BANG! BAROOOOOOOOMM! Blackness surrounded me and the people under the force field. All I could hear was the end of the world.