I was a young watermelon growing on the grounds of a fertile land. wild and barren of people to cut and harvest me, I lived under wide open air, the sun bouncing on me. I was fed.
near a beach, half sunken. my bush was bushy and my roots were everywhere. the water barely reached me, which was amazing because if I had too much water I would die.
until that day I woke up.
a pale blue tint shook my haven, my barren landscape of vegitation and fertility. I was born. unvirgin land, taken from me.
I grabbed air for the first time. I touched the very ground I was sat on, placed upon by god himself I grew but now…
my roots were like that of a babys umbilical cord, I was birth from the ground due to this “magic” explosion, a fierce battle of mages TO FIGHT ON MY LAND ??
the epicentre. I was born, angry at those mages who ruined my sleep. because of them, mutated into a monster. me, a watermelon with limbs, made ruin, made man. made into weep.
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anyway thats my introduction, my first magic since WoM is ash, I barely use it now on newer files sadly… and honestly I just wanted to write that story :3
