"In the end, sanctified."
I was unconscious for a very long time. And as I regained my senses of sight, for the love of God, I was a literal apple. Luckily, I had beastly features, which allowed me to move, and see. I know that an old man used to come to me every day when I was not awake. He used to tell me stories. As it appears, then, I am an apple, with the face of a cat. Two little paws, two hands, and perhaps, ears of a cat as well. But it was obvious that I was small, weak, and meant to be insignificant.
That is why this is very strange. Why are these spirits flocking over me? This is very strange. Why do they obey me?
The forest of Astagha, it is filled with mysteries. It has secrets that no one will reveal. And I appear to be the root of it. This is... outrageous. I don't even know who I am.
This is my story. I am the King of Astagha, and Arcane of the Holy Apple.
Don't eat me.
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This is perhaps my second WPC entry. I am excited about this one, let's see how it goes :)
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