Prolouge

I saw the intertwining roots first, then the sturdy grey trunk on top of them.

I followed it up to the long branches stemming from it and saw where the crimson leaves budded from them.

Among those leaves were the most beautiful flowers, pure as snow.

Beside those flowers grew tiny pink berries that bluebirds would come and eat.

This made up the tree.

The tree where everything is to be.

And in the moonlight, you can almost see it shimmer with magic, magic greater than any you have seen before.

So the world began.

With just me, and the tree.

AN: Welcome to the first chapter of my story, please leave a review with some ideas for me? Hope you continue reading and have a great day.

Thank you.

-Frankie