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=== Father Tree and the child ===

 

 

Allow me to tell you the creation of the world.

Although the tree was powerful and keeper of the lands it could not see what would become of his creation. So one day he shed his leaves and created a child with them, and gave her the name Elvenia. This child would watch the lands and experience life, rebirth and death alike. Born from the leaves this child would bear the gifts their parent had and with it she would grace the world with bountiful foods to the creatures in need.

 

''"Faodaidh duilleag bheag an saoghal atharrachadh."''

(A small leaf can change the world.)

 

Over the many many many thousands of years she had seen it all, creatures dying, evolving and living again. She saw hurricanes wipe the forests clean and oceans take back what was theirs. She saw saplings grow into trees and flowers bloom and wither.

Some may say the child is still among us, others say it’s a lie.

 

''"Tha leanabh le duilleagan a rugadh bho chraoibh aonaranach ach saor."''

(A child of leaves born from a tree is lonely, but free.)

 

== The Oracle ==

 

''"Is dòcha gu bheil cuid ag ràdh gu bheil sinn gu bhith airson rudeigin math bho àm breith. Tha cuid eile ag ràdh gum faigh sinn taghadh nuair a thèid a h-uile càil a chall."''

(Some may say we are destined for something great from birth. Others say we get chosen when all is lost.)

 

We have lived over many years worshiping the tree and the lands below. In the ages past we spoke of a child, a guide for those who lived and died. Someone who was born from the very own tree who created us all.

As the world calmed down a small sapling would grow where once the child had died.

 

''"Ann an saoghal sannt cha bhuannaich duine."''

(In a world of greed, none will win.)

 

=== The first Oracle ===

As life began to return to the world, the sapling would start to grow faster than average. Some might even say that this was the embodiment of the father tree. One girl was compelled to this small tree and started caring for it, living near it and even sleeping against it. When her eyes closed she believed the tree spoke to her, telling her the stories of the world and its creation. About the good and the bad things and even life and death. After years of listening to the trees stories in her dreams she would one day wake up to find that her arm had a vine around it and that there were flowers in her hair. It was as if nature had chosen.

 

''"Bi aon ri nàdur, mar a tha thu a-nis na mo shùilean."''

(Go be one with nature, as you are now my eyes.)

 

That would be the first oracle to ever roam the earth. Years on years she would care for the tree. And over those years her appearance started to change. Her short rounded ears would get longer and her back would grow small stumps. But in those years she would grow older. In her last few years a sickness befell her and she would be confined to her bed unable to hear the whispers of the trees. As her last wish she wished to be brought to her tree for one last dream. The villagers who were caring for her honored this request and brought her to her tree.

 

''"Chan eil ann am bàs ach bruadar, fear a bhios sinn uile a’ roinn."''

(Death is just a dream, one we all will share.)

 

=== The notebook ===

And history was written. At the oracle's ceremony of passing her embers seemed to be following a path on the wind before landing on the forehead of a young woman leaving a 3 leaf mark on their forehead. And a new oracle was chosen.

 

 

 

 

For a long time the world only knew the eternal summer after the creation of the earth. The lands were not too hot and rain would be just enough. People could say it was paradise.

 

''"Is e àm an t-samhraidh an-còmhnaidh an rud as fheàrr de na dh’ fhaodadh a bhith."''

(Summertime is always the best of what might be.)

 

 

As the world began, the tree could not see what had become of the world he created and thus he shed his leaves creating a child to roam the earth and be his eyes.

 

''"Is e an fhoghar an dàrna earrach nuair a tha gach duilleag na fhlùr."''

(Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.)

 

 

The tree created many wonderful things over the many thousands of years. But what made the heart of the child bloom changed the world. The flowers would bloom again and trees would bear fruits again and the land would warm up again.

 

 

 

Over the years guarding the creatures of the land the child grew tired. Crops would stop growing, trees would be bare and flowers would not bloom. The world grew colder almost as if it was in a sleeping state.

Over the past years people warmed themselves by lighting candles and fires in their home. This in respect to the child and to let her rest.

 

''"Tha an geamhradh gu math coltach ri gaol neo-dhìolta: fuar agus gun tròcair."''

(Winter is much like unrequited love: cold and merciless.)

 

=== The natural order ===

 

Over the years father tree arranged these seasons so the world would not lose its balance and as of today the cycle will be:

 

== The ceremonies for those who passed ==

 

 

=== Ritual for the poor ===

=== Ritual for the common and the rich ===

 

 

Those who know a home, a family or a bond, we all are tied to the natural ways of the world. What has come must eventually go. Wealth should not pay a role in that.