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The afternoon was grey and dreary, winter was settling in quickly this year. The forest that surrounded Wynsiph was dwindling and only a few ever-greens stood out in the distant landscape. Despite the mundane weather, many wyngrew were excited about the holiday season and were busy laying out festive decorations and practising their carols.

Nix was out and about in the market place picking up some new baking tins for the Nook (since some wynglings destroyed a bunch the other day by making literal mud cakes). He paced along the street admiring the fancy loomee fruit wreaths and shiny golden ornaments on the corners of houses. As he made his way to the large delivery shed to stand in line for the package, Nix let his eyes wander and he found himself gazing off into the distant forest. A few moments later and an odd sense of déjà vu began to set in and Nix couldn't figure out why. Suddenly, the line leapt forward and Nix was distracted from his thoughts, he slowly peeled his gaze away from the tree line and focused on getting Alma's parcel.
Minutes later, Nix had acquired the brown paper package and was turning back to town but he found himself stopping halfway along the path to look back at the forest.
'What was that odd feeling before?' Nix pondered squinting at the forest trying to see if the feeling would come back and perhaps he could remember whatever was trapped in the back of his head. He searched the tree line intently, trying to spot anything that might make him recall something, but the bleak landscape wasn't doing anything for him until Nix's eyes settled upon a small dirt path that ran along a fence before it trailed off into the forest. Then it hit him, the tree .
From everything that Nix had gone through in the last year, it felt like that day happened forever ago. He was taking a walk and wandered off the trail and found what must have been a hidden paradise. He made a choice that day that he would work hard to build a house in that area for himself and his partner (Zinna), but nothing ever came of that dream… Was the tree even still standing after the Deelagun? The question sprung into Nix's head suddenly and he wasn't sure if he wanted it answered. Even with Last Notch generously gifting Wynsiph a Nova seed, it would be years before the protective circle reached as far as it once did. The tree might have been overrun or even destroyed by the hundreds of spites that had drawn closer to Wynsiph.
On his way back to the Nook, Nix wished he could shove the memory of the tree back to the depths of his mind, he wished he could forget about ever finding that magnificent place, but the memory kept playing back in his mind and he couldn't shake it for the rest of the day.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the sky looked greyer than ever as Nix lay on his bed, contemplating if there was still hope for this little dream of his. What if he did end up making enough money to build a house? He'd still have to figure out how to protect the place. The tree might not even be there anymore! Nix couldn't take it, he let himself get into his head and now he couldn't let go of this tiny hope that perhaps he could still build a home out in the forest. His mind just wouldn't rest until he knew for certain that there was still a chance this dream could come true, or not.
Nix sprung from his bed and grabbed a worn satchel from the shelf above his pillow before racing downstairs to grab a tiny old lantern and a few snacks. When he found the tree, he was simply lost and trying to get back to town, but that was in the summer when the daylight was longer, who knows how long it would take to find it again. Just as Nix exited the kitchen, he caught sight of a child-locked draw. He hesitated for a moment before hastily skipping over, unlocking the draw and withdrawing a steak knife. He hoped that he wouldn't use it, but there was no telling what was out in that forest.
So Nix jogged down a small dirt trail to the outskirts of town and pulled out the steak knife, etching a small cross into the surface of the bark before venturing into the dying winter forest. He walked for what he knew must have only been a few minutes but it felt like hours had passed. Walking through the woods with all of this winter gloom didn't do much to abate Nix's nerves either. When Nix stopped to mark another tree for the hundredth time, he noticed that he was no longer on a dirt trail but a very dry and grassy forest floor. Nix furrowed his brows, he had to be getting close. He tried to remember if there was any significant rock or flower patch that he passed on that summer day but he couldn't seem to recall anything until a very faint trickling sound pricked his ears. A stream! He remembered now, he had found the tree by following a stream further into the forest. He sprang up and sprinted towards the sound, surprised to find that the tiny vein of water hadn't frozen over yet. Then, following his gut instincts, Nix began walking beside the water, marking more and more trees as he continued his path.
A few moments later, Nix found himself in a particularly foggy part of the forest with dense scrub and tall trees, this had to be it, it had to be around here somewhere. Nix was getting a little panicked now. He had to find this place before dark or he'd end up a spite's dinner. As everything around him began to grow taller and darker, Nix began to breath faster and his head began to spin slightly. He was doing this all on a tiny strand of hope that he could still achieve this old forgotten dream. He felt stupid, how did he let himself do this? Nix's thoughts ended abruptly as he stumbled through a particularly tall plant and a pale light invaded his vision. He blinked furiously and as his eyes adjusted, a huge wave of relief and hope sunk into him. The tree was still here.
It stood magnificently in the centre of a pond, a few leaves still clinging on to its branches. Everything seemed stable and perfect until Nix suddenly saw a few scratch marks on the trunk of the tree. Spites had been here, and perhaps they still were. Nix gulped, he could still do it if he tried, he could still make his dream come true if he could just get rid of the-
Screeeeeeeccchhh
Like nails on a chalkboard, a horrible sound rang through the air and at least 4 crescent-shaped heads with terrifying green eyes came out from behind the tree. Yittles crawled around the trunk, sinking their claws deep into the bark and ripping them out to split the wood. Nix felt fear grip his chest and he turned around so fast that he almost smacked straight into a tree. As he ran back past all of his marked trees Nix felt some odd sense of confidence well up inside him. This dream could still happen, he could still give Zinna an amazing home out in the forest where she could thrive and live as she always wanted to, it would just take a hell of a lot of work.
Exhausted, Nix had finally made it back to Wynsiph and went and slumped himself on a bench to catch his breath from the adrenaline rush. Even after his body had calmed down, Nix's mind was going a million miles per hour. He had so many more questions and ideas about how he could make his dream real. How would he get rid of the spites? How would he protect the tree? Can trees even be mended back together? Seemingly from nowhere, a flyer suddenly crashed into Nix's face and as he pulled it off to look down at it, a small grin crept onto his lips. It was an advertisement for magic classes! Nix thought this had to be destiny or something. Almost anything could be achieved with magic if you trained hard enough and this could be his big first step into building a house out in the forest. Stuffing the flyer into his satchel, Nix pulled himself up from the bench and trotted back to the Nook for a well-deserved rest.
wELP this took way too freaking long,,
I told myself I would write a nice simple story to explain how Nix remembered about an old dream but I guess my hands said nO because I just spent the last 5 hours of my life writing this.. thing out
oof

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Description

The afternoon was grey and dreary, winter was settling in quickly this year. The forest that surrounded Wynsiph was dwindling and only a few ever-greens stood out in the distant landscape. Despite the mundane weather, many wyngrew were excited about the holiday season and were busy laying out festive decorations and practising their carols.

Nix was out and about in the market place picking up some new baking tins for the Nook (since some wynglings destroyed a bunch the other day by making literal mud cakes). He paced along the street admiring the fancy loomee fruit wreaths and shiny golden ornaments on the corners of houses. As he made his way to the large delivery shed to stand in line for the package, Nix let his eyes wander and he found himself gazing off into the distant forest. A few moments later and an odd sense of déjà vu began to set in and Nix couldn't figure out why. Suddenly, the line leapt forward and Nix was distracted from his thoughts, he slowly peeled his gaze away from the tree line and focused on getting Alma's parcel.
Minutes later, Nix had acquired the brown paper package and was turning back to town but he found himself stopping halfway along the path to look back at the forest.
'What was that odd feeling before?' Nix pondered squinting at the forest trying to see if the feeling would come back and perhaps he could remember whatever was trapped in the back of his head. He searched the tree line intently, trying to spot anything that might make him recall something, but the bleak landscape wasn't doing anything for him until Nix's eyes settled upon a small dirt path that ran along a fence before it trailed off into the forest. Then it hit him, the tree .
From everything that Nix had gone through in the last year, it felt like that day happened forever ago. He was taking a walk and wandered off the trail and found what must have been a hidden paradise. He made a choice that day that he would work hard to build a house in that area for himself and his partner (Zinna), but nothing ever came of that dream… Was the tree even still standing after the Deelagun? The question sprung into Nix's head suddenly and he wasn't sure if he wanted it answered. Even with Last Notch generously gifting Wynsiph a Nova seed, it would be years before the protective circle reached as far as it once did. The tree might have been overrun or even destroyed by the hundreds of spites that had drawn closer to Wynsiph.
On his way back to the Nook, Nix wished he could shove the memory of the tree back to the depths of his mind, he wished he could forget about ever finding that magnificent place, but the memory kept playing back in his mind and he couldn't shake it for the rest of the day.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the sky looked greyer than ever as Nix lay on his bed, contemplating if there was still hope for this little dream of his. What if he did end up making enough money to build a house? He'd still have to figure out how to protect the place. The tree might not even be there anymore! Nix couldn't take it, he let himself get into his head and now he couldn't let go of this tiny hope that perhaps he could still build a home out in the forest. His mind just wouldn't rest until he knew for certain that there was still a chance this dream could come true, or not.
Nix sprung from his bed and grabbed a worn satchel from the shelf above his pillow before racing downstairs to grab a tiny old lantern and a few snacks. When he found the tree, he was simply lost and trying to get back to town, but that was in the summer when the daylight was longer, who knows how long it would take to find it again. Just as Nix exited the kitchen, he caught sight of a child-locked draw. He hesitated for a moment before hastily skipping over, unlocking the draw and withdrawing a steak knife. He hoped that he wouldn't use it, but there was no telling what was out in that forest.
So Nix jogged down a small dirt trail to the outskirts of town and pulled out the steak knife, etching a small cross into the surface of the bark before venturing into the dying winter forest. He walked for what he knew must have only been a few minutes but it felt like hours had passed. Walking through the woods with all of this winter gloom didn't do much to abate Nix's nerves either. When Nix stopped to mark another tree for the hundredth time, he noticed that he was no longer on a dirt trail but a very dry and grassy forest floor. Nix furrowed his brows, he had to be getting close. He tried to remember if there was any significant rock or flower patch that he passed on that summer day but he couldn't seem to recall anything until a very faint trickling sound pricked his ears. A stream! He remembered now, he had found the tree by following a stream further into the forest. He sprang up and sprinted towards the sound, surprised to find that the tiny vein of water hadn't frozen over yet. Then, following his gut instincts, Nix began walking beside the water, marking more and more trees as he continued his path.
A few moments later, Nix found himself in a particularly foggy part of the forest with dense scrub and tall trees, this had to be it, it had to be around here somewhere. Nix was getting a little panicked now. He had to find this place before dark or he'd end up a spite's dinner. As everything around him began to grow taller and darker, Nix began to breath faster and his head began to spin slightly. He was doing this all on a tiny strand of hope that he could still achieve this old forgotten dream. He felt stupid, how did he let himself do this? Nix's thoughts ended abruptly as he stumbled through a particularly tall plant and a pale light invaded his vision. He blinked furiously and as his eyes adjusted, a huge wave of relief and hope sunk into him. The tree was still here.
It stood magnificently in the centre of a pond, a few leaves still clinging on to its branches. Everything seemed stable and perfect until Nix suddenly saw a few scratch marks on the trunk of the tree. Spites had been here, and perhaps they still were. Nix gulped, he could still do it if he tried, he could still make his dream come true if he could just get rid of the-
Screeeeeeeccchhh
Like nails on a chalkboard, a horrible sound rang through the air and at least 4 crescent-shaped heads with terrifying green eyes came out from behind the tree. Yittles crawled around the trunk, sinking their claws deep into the bark and ripping them out to split the wood. Nix felt fear grip his chest and he turned around so fast that he almost smacked straight into a tree. As he ran back past all of his marked trees Nix felt some odd sense of confidence well up inside him. This dream could still happen, he could still give Zinna an amazing home out in the forest where she could thrive and live as she always wanted to, it would just take a hell of a lot of work.
Exhausted, Nix had finally made it back to Wynsiph and went and slumped himself on a bench to catch his breath from the adrenaline rush. Even after his body had calmed down, Nix's mind was going a million miles per hour. He had so many more questions and ideas about how he could make his dream real. How would he get rid of the spites? How would he protect the tree? Can trees even be mended back together? Seemingly from nowhere, a flyer suddenly crashed into Nix's face and as he pulled it off to look down at it, a small grin crept onto his lips. It was an advertisement for magic classes! Nix thought this had to be destiny or something. Almost anything could be achieved with magic if you trained hard enough and this could be his big first step into building a house out in the forest. Stuffing the flyer into his satchel, Nix pulled himself up from the bench and trotted back to the Nook for a well-deserved rest.
wELP this took way too freaking long,,
I told myself I would write a nice simple story to explain how Nix remembered about an old dream but I guess my hands said nO because I just spent the last 5 hours of my life writing this.. thing out
oof

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