Awakening
It was a dry, hot day, like always.
Near a mountain range stood a city, its sandstone walls kept out the wasteland, a small bastion of safety; but what drew people to the city wasn't its walls, it was the towering tree that stood nearly eight hundred feet tall in the middle of the sprawling city, like a giant sentinel standing at the edges of the wasteland, the only green for hundreds of miles around. It drew people, like a moth to the flame, they came from all over just to see this miracle.
