The race called Kind ones have gone to war for the first time against a race they call the dark ones. Who will die, and who is truly the enemy?

This is the story of an entire multiverse and of the many gods and mortals which inhabit it. From the beginning of time, they struggled. To find meaning in their existence. To maintain the order required for their survival. To create a better future for those who would follow. This is a story of their struggle.

800 years ago, Arcflame terrorized the world. Millions of monsters lived in fear, as they were forced to grow trees. One day, he was practicing a spell to speed up the growth of trees and was lost in a time hole.

800 years later he returned to find humans running the entire world. Some monsters were battling humans while other monsters were worshipped as gods.

The trees have disappeared. The era of trees growing must return.

It was chilly air and cold wind months in the trees,  Red Pedals call her class and gave them warm stone" I have a stories to tell class but one story a day than refect on it to understand what ancestors wanted"

Many trees wave with 2-4 branches understanding.

Red Pedals spoke "the land was dark and trees could only waited to change to mystic state, once their were many but we felt the darkest energy move, we didn't understand what it was but in a great underground where a lord tree with crystal seeds was eating the dark side of energy he felt the ground shake his brother and sister move to him for safety".

She than wave at the tree's and said " be fair to each other for only our bond can guide through to Greatness"
" As the Lord Tree the Abyss Lord move spotted a hole in the underground caves feeling dark energy, he moved in and he controlled these ghouls of dark energy commanding them to speak out what happened, why is their here, as they moved, man just wave there arms and body, but lord thought they are dark energy he can connect with his crystal seeds so he did that so"

Red Pedals than said " Children you might think this our glorious time but our glorious times is when Abyss Lord cared his brother, sister, trees to new land for the old, the devil had created a weapon  to attack man but harm trees alike, gripping the darkness feeling  a life crystal sapping our land but in that moment those ghouls Abyss Lord put his seeds into,
 they transcended flowing thru them heaven and earth, with Lord cultivating in darkness he was find but his branches felt the  like absorbing the dark energy feeling the ghoul connect to nature becoming overwhelmed by the mystic energy becoming bigger after passing day became mountain size Great Plains Guardian, using the dead bodies and with 56 seeds he ordered them to move and carried on their children and families of the mystic trees he wasn't the only Lord Tree out there but he was the first Guardian builder and reached out to Lord tree of Lightning Ground, Heavenly clouds, Land water, stone walls and other not note down moving out to the small islands and find a Lord Tree of Magma soil asking him to build more land so the the vessels can move into the islands to construct a great garden to wait and prepare with sadness in he spirits Abyss wave calling to The Magma Soil, Magma Soil felt the breeze of the trees of the mainland with hope in his heart and love for his brother, he connected to the Magma and move it with his will in moments with the help of Land water cooling down the path trees helping making more land and Stone Walls covered up their track with rocks and a hillside watch on top by Heavenly Clouds watching for enemies comrades and seek dead human bodies they tried using demonic body but after the dark energy left they became ashes,
Lord Trees didn't understand why but there where plenty of human resources they watch fight after fight with Heavenly Cloudd family look and the other trees carrying them back using holes in the ground and covering back up the great garden was starting to be brilliant consider the approaching threat".

Pause to let the little trees reflect and feel the warm stone glowing presence. 

"Children you may want to know the harm soil of darkness has on us it will not let us pass mystic energy so we won't be able to move or control ourselves that why Abyss moved with other, when the land become sapped Abyss was shock and cared about his family so those vessel gave his breathing purified energy,
 he with held from using a vessel because his size was huge towering and he couldn't control such size,
 but he met Heavenly Clouds and discovered the vessel had cloudy mass to shift aura to a refined state make thing small to their aura size" 

Red Pedals tells all tree " we will claim back our land and take the soil with it the Abyss poem will purified our land, the vessels will be the catalyst to connect to mystic energy of nature" 

These small trees wave happily for the reclaimed woods of old.

When we sleep what due we expect to see when we wake up.
 I saw beauty and I saw those that truly ruin it,
 the senere is ugly with out beauty.

There was a whooshing sound as everyone's gaze turned to Fan Xian. He smiled bashfully and cupped his hands. He did not pass himself off as an artist; after all, he was Fan Xian, not Fan Wei.[1] 
The Crown Prince looked at him and almost began to laugh. He couldn't believe what Miss Fan had said. A ten-year-old might be able to write good poetry, but to meticulously weave together such a poem as this? It wasn't possible. He figured Fan Xian had written it the night before and gave it to Fan Ruoruo to pull out at the poetry contest in order to wow everyone. 
He wasn't angry; on the contrary, he was quite intrigued that someone as seemingly carefree as Fan Xian could write such a poem. 
Fan Xian had no idea what the Crown Prince was thinking. The poem was from a poet in his previous world named Meng Haoran, who had written it to suck up to the minister Zhang Jiuling. It was of a far higher standard than the people at the contest, so he was confident that he had satisfied his father's wishes. 
Looking at the people around him, Guo Baokun began to get angry. He could never have imagined that this young man, all beauty and no brains, could write such a poem to save his skin. He wasn't willing to let the matter lie. He laughed coldly. "Who knew  Brother Fan was such a fine writer? Such work... and written at the tender age of ten."
His words made it clear that he did not believe that the poem was written by Fan Xian. 
Fan Xian sighed. Why did people always have to press him on such matters? When it came to composing poetry, in this world, who could be his match? After all, he had the works of the poets Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Shi on his side, and a mastery of five thousand years of poetic tradition. He laughed. "I never write compositions on set topics."
Guo Baokun regarded Fan Xian's thoroughly confident manner and gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Then Brother Fan, I invite you to write on a topic of your choosing, and let all of the capital bear witness to your brilliance."
Fan Xian frowned and glanced coolly at this troublesome scholar. He wrote down a poem, then left the garden, asking the servants to escort him to the latrine. 
A single poem is recited in a resounding voice that stuns the garden and forces the defeated enemy into retreat.
The poem he wrote was powerful and resonant. The entire garden was stunned; his victory had been absolute. 
After a bout of cheering, everyone was still pondering its meaning. Guo Baokun's face went a pale green color, and he was unable to speak. The Crown Prince felt unable to hold his fan without incurring Fan Xian's judgement on his character. He closed it shut with a bang, and read the poem aloud.
"The ape cries out in the windy skies. Birds circle round the islet of clear white sand. Trees shed leaves endlessly, rustling down. The great river surges on ceaselessly. Ten thousand miles in sorrowful autumn, always someone’s guest. A hundred years of ailments, I climb the terrace alone. With much suffering, I regret my white temples. Frustratingly, I stop drinking my murky wine.."
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...
"Sorrow, clarity, ceaselessness, endlessness, ten thousand miles, autumn, guests, one hundred years, sickness, loneliness, and the worries of all eternity; all of these condensed into a single cup of wine! Bravo! Bravo!" The Crown Prince praised him loudly, before realizing how overly-carefree he must have looked. In fact, he was feeling sad about his father. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a certain heartache and a powerful sorrow. He shook his head and said nothing for a long while. 
Some time later, he came to a realization: Fan Xian was so young; even if his life had been miserable, how could he say that the hair on his temples was white, and he had suffered so much illness? It was something he couldn't understand. It didn't make any sense at all. But everyone was still lost in the atmosphere of the poem. Watching the sunset, whether rich or poor, brings to one’s mind the impermanence of life, the inevitability of loss. And so everyone had simply forgotten any of the discrepancies between the poem and Fan Xian's own life. 
And no one doubted that it was his work. After all, no one but an expert in the world of poetry could write such a thing. An expert would not be willing to write such a poem even on behalf of the Emperor, let alone on behalf of the young son of the Fan family. 
"With this poem, even if Master Fan decided never to write again, it would not matter," sighed Crown Prince Jing. The scholars by the lake remained speechless. They all knew that none of them could ever write a finer poem, and so the whole contest fell silent as a result of Fan Xian's work. They never even noticed that the author had already slipped away. 
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In all honesty, the poem fit neither the time nor circumstances, but Fan Xian felt a desperate need to relieve himself, so he quickly wrote down something he had memorized just so he could finish off his enemy. He had relieved himself of two burdens: the first being that scoundrel Guo Baokun; the other, more-urgent one being from when he had drunk a little too much in his earlier boredom. 
Hiking up his pants as he left the toilet, he gave a sigh of relief, fastened his belt, took a towel from the servant and wiped his hands. On his way back, he came across a beautiful plant nursery that was filled with soft green leaves and delicate flowers. He felt the energy of life itself underneath the tall trees beneath the evening light. 
He turned and asked the servant whether it was possible for him to go in and look around. The servant knew that this was the older brother of the Fan family. Fan Xian’s younger sister, and the younger brother, Fan Sizhe, had before run around the grounds of the prince's mansion as he pleased. Naturally, he could not say no, and so he respectfully replied that it would be no problem.
Fan Xian was quite pleased and sent the servant away as he walked into the nursery and looking around. He discovered that the nursery was lacking the rare flowers beloved by rich families; instead, a number of plants were there that he could not name. They were crude and awkward-looking, possibly wild herbs or crops. 
He was curious. The Crown Prince's family mansion was extraordinary, and yet they had planted these things. 
As he wandered around the garden, the sunlight was still bright, but the sky above him was obstructed by a canopy of trees, so all seemed peaceful. He could hear the lively chirping of birds returning to their nests, and surrounded by such greenery, he felt very much at ease. Fan Xian was very happy to break away from that boring poetry contest. He hummed a folk song to himself as he walked further in, smiling as he walked. "Maybe I’ll run into a fairy, just like Duan Yu had,"  he said to himself. [2]
"Who are you?"
Someone stood up from the thicket of plants, regarding Fan Xian with curiosity. 
...
...
Fan Xian was taken aback. He should have listened more carefully, he thought. Walking this far away from anyone, if this was a murderer, he would be done for. After he had come to the capital, it seemed that he had significantly lowered his guard. 
He looked at the person in front of him, and laughed at himself. 
The person certainly wasn't Wang Yuyan[3],  and it wasn't the girl in white who he couldn't get out of his mind. It was a middle-aged gardener, with a hoe in his hand and a muddy basket by his feet. He had a fair and honest face, with a slightly hurried look in his eyes. It appeared that, seeing the clothes that Fan Xian was wearing, he was somewhat reverent. 
Fan Xian smiled, and cupped his hands to the gardener in salute. "I'm sorry to have surprised you. I'm a guest of the prince;  I saw all these wonderful plants on my way back, so I thought I'd have a look around.
The gardener wiped his hands on his clothes, seemingly unsure how to greet Fan Xian. After hearing praise for his garden, he smiled earnestly. 
[1] Fan Wei, a Chinese sitcom and film actor.
[2] Duan Yu, a character from the wuxia novel Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.
[3] Wang Yuyan, another character from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, with whom Duan Yu falls in love at first sight because she resembles a statue of a fairy-like lady he chanced upon before.


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

As Bali stepped out to the night, Shei turned to her father. "Why is he called the phantom?" Christian turned to his daughter and smiled. "His tactics. He strikes undetected, unexpected. We don't know when or where he will strike next. Criminals fear him for that." Christian said as he looked out into the night. "I'd like to thank him." Shei said and Christian nodded. "You'll have to find him first." Christian said turning around. "I'll ask around in the morning." Shei answered determined.
In the morning Shei set off for the library. She was looking for any information about the Phantom. The only book about him was a collection of poems by him. There was one that kind of hit close to Shei.
'Running from a shadow, waiting for light to come. Answer me gods, when will I be free from what I've become. Chasing myself through dreams and sometimes reality, when all my good deeds end in a fatality.'
Shei read the poem over and over again. She could feel the words of the poem resonating within her. She turned the page to find another poem.
'Only in the sea of trees I feel really safe, It is home for me, my own special place. The shadow that chases me, leaves me there alone, my past, my regrets: all of them are gone.'
'Sea of trees…' Shei thought. The only place that Shei knew of, was the great forest of Cucaloyin to the west of Arethusa. So, she set off towards the Cucaloyin forest. After walking for hours, she arrived at a tent with a camp-fire.
Bali watched from his tent as Shei arrived. He was not really happy about the girl following him around. However, he could deal with it. "Shei. What are you doing here?" Bali asked as his shadow cloak appeared. The noble girl jumped at the sudden voice. "I… came here looking for you. I wanted to thank you for saving me last night." Shei answered while refusing to look Bali in the eyes. Bali nodded. "I was just doing my job. Your gratitude is not required." Bali said and leaned back. "I also have some questions." Shei spoke up having gathered her bravery. "What did you mean by shadow of the past?" "You could say that that's where the phantom was born." My past… is something that I'd not get into." Bali said as he stood up.
"Can I do anything in exchange for last night?" Shei asked. "I was looking for an adventuring buddy." Bali said. "I… I can do that!" Shei said determined. "I don't doubt that. I am however aware of what you are trying to do. And all I can say is good luck. I can be denser then a rock wall." Bali pulled himself up, and the shadow cloak formed. "I am not looking for a romantic relationship." Shei mumbled, more to herself. "Sure. Keep telling that to yourself." Bali said and looked west. "Well, we better move." Bali started walking into the woods. "Wait for me!" Shei yelled and chased after Bali.

When Shei Caryion is saved by the mysterious Phantom she tries to find him to be able to thank him. While searching for him, Shei discovers the Phantom's past and finds a horrible secret.
Warning: Will contain mature themes such as suicide 
13+ but parental guidance strongly advised

When you go to the beach you see the beautiful sea
The sea as a bright blue like the sky that's cloud-free
The entrance to the trail in the middle of two oak trees
And one of those trees is home to a queen bee

One of the most ferocious animals in the sea is the shark.
The shark may be ferocious nevertheless the orca is the oceans monarch
Nature also has lightning it hit the oak tree and caused a spark
A magnificent thing is a rainbow that has a beautiful arc

As we were enjoying the sea and blue sky the sky turned gray
And the sea waves started to crash into Ferntiuktuk bay
And the wind started to whip causing the sand to spray
The sky became darker and there went the last sunray

The sun then made the storm to go into execution
And the temperature made the ice seem like a delusion  
The quickness of the storm made it fell if it was an allusion 
And this sky and sea poem is at its conclusion

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