It was named after a kingdom of the same name in Italy. As if anything up in that ****** town is worth more then me."įurther up the river, away from the forest was a town named "Milan". There was a tribe who lived within me, they were by name called the Perchil tribe. Everyone who is to enter without water or food is rescued by my charming animals! And luxurious streams. "Have you ever saved someone else?" The wanderer asked. Down the creek was the old homes of the Indian tribe. The river did not speak as it was an extension of the forest, Evergreen. The creek lead up to waterfall, which in turn lead through a river that spanned for miles. The wanderer took a seat beside a flowing creek on a rock. "I, Evergreen implore you to stay within my womb of plant and fauna." This was probably prelude to eating said spirit animal while thanking it for helping him live on. When an Indian boy came of age, they would be thrown into a jungle and starve until they saw an animal spirit. Allot of Indians in America were killed for being Indian. Indians were what Europeans called people from India and natives of America. An Indian tribesmen who, like his ancestors could speak to the forest. The specific agent who devised and contracted the sale was named Nahiko. The proprietors of that sale was a tribe of Indians. This forest had just been sold cheaply to a large logging firm who would come and tear the ugly trees down. "Where is my way out of here?" The wanderer asked, becoming quite needy at the thought of having to spend the night in that dung-infested greenhouse. I remain lush and brimming to the birch with life." Thousands of forests have wilted and died under the hand of man. "Mmhm." Spoke the wanderer, passive by such an interjection. "I am quite the clean forest, am I not?." The forest whispered soothingly. One day in a journey far far away, the forest was speaking to a lone wanderer.
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