Once long ago in a land called MD

One called Virtuous Pride did damage lone tree

Followed then by a puppet with similar view

Mister Ledah did damage Bob’s stature too

And though Bob had always had Guardians near

Who kept him surviving through kindness or fear

This time, there was but one by his side

But in dreamland he lay,

So no need to hide

And so, the voice of the realm spoke clearly. Telling all of the shame of allowing such a travesty – or perhaps to tell of great glory for those who wished Bob unwell. Time passed. The Guardians tried to revive him, to make him well again, Blackwood forest attempted a gathering for a solution he had come up with… but alas…. Bob’s last bloom had come and now only the cold factual words lingered in the air.

It seemed nobody cared enough. Not his enemies to finish what they had started, nor his Guardians who seemed to have given up, and it was clear to all: that tree was strong and might recover – but not without help.

But, in a small mind pocket hidden away, the Guardians worked. Considering how they might aide the lonesome damaged Tree. Until one day, Zleiphneir was talking to his good friend Keida on the Path of Loneliness….