Yggdrasil
Its branches extend to the Heavens
Its roots within the land
Its bark can quell any raging flame
Its very existence is that
of the new world of Erion
Prelude
Erion was truly a magical land of fantasy. Everywhere, one may look; they would see the large varieties of land that Erion consisted off. From the fiery lairs of the Fire Kingdom to the snow capped terrain of Horn Mountain, there was truly a great serenity within the land. However, no place was more beautiful, more radiant, then Ringford, the home of the fairies.
The land of the fairies was once a ethereal land, with its alluring surroundings all due to its over abundance of phozons. However, ever since the Incarnation of Fire, Onyx, visited Ringford, everything had erupted into flames, reducing the once beautiful land of Ringford, into a barren land of ashes. And now, ever since the rebirth of Erion, Ringford, was no longer the same.
Due to the Cauldron, there are now no longer any phozons left in the world to sustain Ringford. No longer did the forest possess its unnatural radiance. No longer did the enchanting fairies fly over the land. It had become a new land of its own. However, despite these setbacks, Ringford had not lost its glory. It was still very much the land of the Fairy Queen, Mercedes. The World Tree was living proof of this.
Indeed, it was truly a spectacle. Right on the very spot that Mercedes returned her name as a result of defeating the Inferno King there sprouted a large tree. This massive tree was all that was left of Mercedes, and was a constant reminder that even in death, she shall still live on.
It was truly a sight to behold. The tree's long, thick branches seemed to extend up towards the heavens, as its roots were rested deep within the land that supported it. A sparkling red jewel lay affixed among its long roots. The very presence of the tree provided a calm serenity to its surroundings. But this was not the most interesting thing about this particular tree.
Near the bottom of the tree rested the most intriguing part of the World Tree, and that was the body of a person. This person's soul had already gone to Endelphia, the Netherworld. And yet, despite this fact, the body did not display the grievous wounds that had sent him there firsthand. There were no bloody gashes or deep cuts upon this body. It was as if, this person had simply chosen to rest up against the smooth bark of this mystic for a deep slumber. Long ample branches had encircled the arms and waist of the body from behind, as if the tree were holding him in a tender, loving embrace.
This person was once known as Prince Ingway of Valentine. And now, at long last, he could finally meet his love once again, just as he had promised in that dank sewer where they had first properly been acquainted with each other. Now, in the newly reborn forest, the two could finally enjoy the peace that was rightfully theirs so long ago. Now, and forever.