1 – Awakening

With a keen ear, we could hear the whispers of the forest. From the rustling of tree leaves to the undulation of grass blades, all announced the same thing: it happens! The forest once so calm, to the point of being called the Sleeping Forest, was now singing on all sides. Even the Elder seemed to have recovered the bark of his youth and was waving its old branches with excitement.

Then suddenly the silence returned and all stopped moving. At the foot of the Elder, a small pile of dry moss stirred.

A long time ago, when the Great Chaos was at its peak and the world was in peril, it was here that he came to rest one last time after his final battle. Exhausted by this dantesque battle, his bruised body could not withstand more and dispersed itself to the four corners of the planet in a multitude of bright, colorful flashes.

The earth had a sudden jolt. All the beings present could feel their hearts beating frantically in their chests and their eyes turned towards the small pile of foam. The cluster began to quiver. We then saw fingers and a hand appear. This hand came to feel the ground in search of a point of support and little by little that which all were waiting revealed itself before them.

Tall and dark as ebony wood, he carried with poise 7-branched woods to make the most majestic of deer pale with jealousy and a look of piercing white, seeming to see the truth in all things. He was finally back. The forest in excitement murmured his name: Sulfur.

The Elder was the first to welcome him, his branches were so fiercely crumbling that he struggled to hold his joy. For a little bit, it would have broken into small wood. Then each one bowed to his noble figure. Sulfur had just been born and didn't remember anything. However, he felt that this respect was due to him, so he gave his head to thank you.

Despite all this joyful effervescence, a strange sensation took hold of him. It was like an unpleasant tingle behind his head. Instinctively, he turned to a specific place in the forest.

At once, all stood aside like a guard of honor. There, at the very end of this ephemeral corridor, lay a wooden-colored sphere. She was resting on a cushion of leaves and seemed almost unreal. Slowly Sulfur moved towards her and leaned in to touch her. As soon as his fingers grazed him, he was overwhelmed by a luminous glare. Images of screams, flames, charred bodies and the smell of burnt wood filling his lungs flashed before his blind eyes. Then he remembered. Not much, of course, but enough to know where he was.

He looked at the beings present and then at the Elder. He approached and put his hand on the old trunk as if to say thank you. In his other hand, the sphere now shone with a thousand lights of gold and wood.