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Chapter 4

Years passed as Bilgritik wandered the surface, and subsurface of Thera. He
meandered through the caverns and crypts, cities and forests alike. One day
he came upon a hidden Grove, deep within the heart of the Amaranthian Forest.
He looked about him wearily at the sights of life and wonder within. Dryads
danced, and flames burned, yet left not a scorch upon leave or branch. Water
danced, as if raining from the ground up.

It was here, he came upon a sight he had searched long for. A young oak
sprouted from the center of the glade. Slowly and deliberately he made his
way to it, circling it, inhaling its earthy scents. With grubby fingers, he
traced the bark and how it emulated the peaks and valleys of the earth. He
looked at the displaced ground where it sprouted, and the connection was
made.

Like all things, our roots are in the ground. Without it to stand upon, to
draw from, existence could not be. From the earth, all things come, and all
things return.