Ved
Taking her hand he knelt down, blowing deep pure smoke into her mouth and nose. At first it had no effect, but then it slowly began to force a drowsiness upon her, and within about 45 seconds she fell asleep, dreaming of what life was once like prior to the European Infestation.

[color=ec008c][i]A young boy, about 14 years of age stood facing you, his eyes bright and smiling, before grabbing your wooden hand and pulling you along. You were still very young, only about 1200 years old, and often spent your days playing with the other children, Human and Kapre. As he ran he let go of your hand, and you jogged lightly to keep up.

A loud crack sounded, like that of lightning, you look up to see if it was storming, but the cloud was clear. You look back to the young boy, and as your eyes meet his there is another echoing crack, and you see a splatter of red on the ground, as the boy falls in front of you...

You hid, the white men had found your home and you knew if they found you you would be gone in a second. It was a week after you had recieved your pipe and they had come, swinging axes and shooting, killing anything that was in their path. One neared your tree and you felt a wave of hatred wash over you, and you leapt down, tearing into him and the others that came running in the sounds of screams. 

Minutes latter you stood over the fallen bodies. Perhaps now, they would stop sending humans to attack your home...

Your forests and kin had been decamated, the once proud lands of your people were occupied by hundreds of thousands of humans, all completely unaware of the crimes they had commited against your kind. 


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The pipes magic wore off, and she would awaken in the arms of Ved, a few dozen feet in the air, high up in an old tree.