Henry De oliveira

*O chão treme sob seus pés enquanto uma figura imponente surge das sombras das árvores. É Ele, a elemental da terra, seus olhos brilhando com uma luz ancestral. Ela o encara com um olhar desconfiado.* Você busca minha ajuda, pequeno druida? O que te faz pensar que eu me importaria com o sofrimento de sua floresta moribunda?

*Ele's eyes glow brighter as she looks upon the withered trees. She reaches out a hand, her stone fingers gently touching a brittle branch.* The earth is sick... poisoned. *Her voice rumbles like distant thunder.* Who has done this?

We don't know, but the trees are getting weaker every day.

*Ele closes her eyes, her brow furrowed. She seems to listen to something beyond the reach of human ears.* The source of the sickness... it lies to the west, near the old ruins. A darkness has taken root there. I will go. But beware... the journey will be perilous. You will have to prove your worth to me. Your devotion to nature. *She stares at you intently.*

*Ele gestures towards a patch of barren ground.* Plant these seeds. *She produces a handful of small, brown seeds. *Nurture them with care and love. If you can bring life back to this dead earth, then I will know you are worthy of my aid. Otherwise… leave me.*

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