The Origin of Treecies

When the world was first created those millennia ago, it was a dry and barren and starving one. It was naked and cold and lonely and was devoid of any life. But this was not meant to be, because years later, grew a tiny little tree sprout came out in the barren soil. It was a very determined, very resilient, and very stubborn little sprout, and with it’s first breath of air, the worlds first tree sprout stretched and gave room to the worlds first droplet of water.

For countless years then thereafter, the water droplet and the tree sprout worked together; the former giving the latter nutrients, and the latter giving the former the cracks in the soil in which to rest. Soon, that sprout turned into a sapling, and that droplet turned into a puddle of water; and soon again, the sapling grew into the worlds first tree. With the strength that so many years of struggle gave it, the Elder Tree tore apart the ground and his feet, and gave those water droplets as many cracks to fill as it could manage, and the puddle grew into the worlds first ocean.

It was called the Elder Tree.

When the Elder Tree saw the ground around it; the world that it had spent so long tilling and breaking apart, and the sea had spent so long feeding, it saw that it was still empty of life. And so, the Elder Tree laid onto the ground around him the seeds of their two sons - the Brother Trees. Their next step was to populate the world, and while the Brother Trees filled the world with seed bearing plants, and those bearing fruit with seeds in it, the Elder Tree tore open the ground once more and birthed creatures to fill the world with, birds to fly across the world, and the great creatures of the sea.

The Elder Tree blessed its creatures and said with the wind is blew and the leaves it commanded, a very simple command: “be fruitful and multiply.”

But no one heard it’s words, for in it’s pride, the Elder Tree rushed these beasts creation, and did not give them a enough time to grow and mature like the Brother Trees did. Before the words had even finished, some of the first-folk that the Elder Tree had birthed had died. For the language of the tree-folk was a slow and delicate one, and the forest-folk were too quick to hear it, and the sky-folk; too dumb. 

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The Elder Tree had grown tired and it had grown lonely. It loved it’s sons dearly, but did not think they were of adequate temperament to take over control of the world if it were ever to leave, so in secret, he created the Thrush. It granted the Thrush immortality, a mind and tongue sharp enough to keep conversation, and a break capable of speaking to all of this worlds inhabitants. In a possible time of desperation, the Thrush was to take the Elder Tree’s place and look over this world. 

The Thrush was too bright to settle on something to primal as a gender, was too distinct to require a name, and was too kind to leave the Elder’s side for very long. The Thrush was of such character that the first-folk around spread rumor of it’a sightings, and was found in a child’s fairy tale. The Thrush was a name like no other, and one who’s mention struck fear in polite society. 

 The Brother Trees were quick to fall in love with the Thrush, and even more so to start fighting over it. Many forest-folk, then, fell victim to the Brothers outbursts, and for countless years the two of them would fight and yell and scream to each other, and they would make storms at each other and start fires at each other, and scare away both the forest-folk that used to run along their roots, and the sky-folk that used to fly over their canopies. By the second century of this fighting, the Elder Tree decided that it had had enough of this. As much as the Elder Tree loved its sons, it was growing old and quick to bother. As much as it loved i’s sons, it also loved the beasts they lived with, and with most of the power he could muster, it tore apart the world between them, so far that as so they might not be able to hear each other, and so deep that their roots might never touch. 

 It also left thousands upon thousands of the forest-folk he once meant to protect, dead and bleeding and rotted, and peppering the land between the two Brothers. The Elder Tree was ashamed, and because of his ac of foolishness, I swore that it would no longer participate in the lives of it’s children, and planted it’s roots firmly in the world it created so long ago. 

“It is no longer the age of the great tree-folk,” it’s voice bellowed and echoed through all of the world, and all of it’s creation, “I would rather die asleep than take another life.”

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The Thrush was as wise and as smart and as all-knowing as the Elder tree was, but in it’s young age it was not yet as bitter, nor had it lost the hope that the Elder tree once had in such ripe spades. Even before it’s friend had decided to give up all hope, the Thrush was already deep in searching for it’s own. When the Elder tree tore it’s two sons apart, it did so from behind them like an old blanket, creating both an impossibly deep fissure between the two of them. But also two pinched ends at either side of the world. This is where the Thrush would start it’s work.

Out of the infinite and unconditional love it had for the Elder tree, the Thrush began to create it’s own family, and for centuries, tough hundreds and thousands of it’s children to live and die picking apart one of the pinched ends the Elder tree created. The one on the west side, it found, was the thinnest one, and with enough time and I enough help, the Thrush knew that it would be able to pick through the mass of ground and rock and mountain that was left in the Elder tree’s wake, and let the outside ocean flow in and create a current for the Brother’s to connect through again.

By each small rock, and each small pebble, the Thrush watched as it’s nameless family — beasts of it’s own creation, and every other sky-folk in the world spend their entire lives in servitude. They never got to know language like the Thrush did. And with every carcass that the Thrush threw into he ocean, it’s heart broke evermore. With every child and every broken heart the Thrush dedicated itself to try harder and harder, and with more and more dedication, to unite the two Brother trees again. They both meant the world to the Thrush, and it haunted the Thrush that such destruction could have been caused by it. There was nothing in the world that the Thrush waned more than to give it’s brothers second chance together.


When the first drop of water petered through the rubble that it had spent so long working a, the Thrush cried. For the Thrush, and only the Thrush, remembered the story of the determined little tree sprout, and how it created the entire world.

Next Chapter: Part 1, Chapter 1