The tree responded to the touch of his hand. The outside bark was blackened and scorched just like everything that used to be green in this place. Deep inside, however, a spark of life remained. Roots grew deep in this once sacred grove and this tree had stood for a millennia.
Dynal took a deep breath and focused sending his awareness out into its heart and trying to connect. He saw a faint glow in his minds eyes, yellow like sunlight and pulsing in tune with his own heartbeat. He reached for it and unconsciously began to hum the song of his people. The ancient druidic hymn that had been passed down for generations came easily to his lips, but the power of the words challenged him. Sweat began to bead on his brow as he concentrated sending his strength toward that glowing light.
The light grew brighter in response, and he could feel a presence awaken. It was trying to reach back out to him. He dropped to his knees in effort forcing the notes from his throat that no human ear could hear.
“Child of the forrest, It has been too long.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“There is no need to apologize, child, this is not your doing.”
“If I’d been here with my people, I could have helped.”
“If you had been here, you would have died, like the rest. There is nothing one druid could have done to stop this destruction.”
Although he knew the truth of those words, they were still difficult to hear. Dynal felt hot tears leak from his eyes for everything he’d lost.