Trying to protect the Willow Sapling from the humans that threaten to take its power, the Druids have a duty to drive the invaders out.                                                                                                                                                                                 

 The Past
    Killian (the first Chief) jumped from the rock and let a low growl escape as an army of 200 humans approached. Their silver armor glistened under the light of the moon. Their swords were held at the ready. The king of them, Demoris, sitting upon a black steed, trotted to the head of them,"We demand you hand over the Sapling, or force will be used." Killian and his group of Druids stepped forward,"Then come over here and take it." he challenged. Demoris yelled to his army to proceed forward, and with that the army ran at the Druids. Killian's eyes glowed a bright green as he lifted his head high to the sky and howled. The howl shook the land, causing the army to stop dead in their tracks. The rocks and trees rumbled as they joined together one by one, forming massive indestructable golems. As the other Druids howled along with him, clouds started raging above them, pouring down rain. Lightning struck the army with deadly force, killing at least 5 of them at a time. It was finally the golems turn. They rushed at the humans and started picking them up and throwing them against trees, killing them. By the time the battle was over, most of the soldiers were either dead, or had retreated. The king was severly injured, coughing up blood all over the ground. Killian looked down upon the king, a cold look in his eyes,"Don't threaten my Order or me ever again, or else I will kill you." With that, a few soldiers appeared and carried the king from the battlefield. One of the elder Druids came forward and asked,"What now?" Killian looked at her and replied,"They will never stop trying to get the Sapling's power, this will go on for centuries to come."

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