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Vox stared at the scythe then at Twig. Seeing the druid brought up an old memory. A time where Vox ventured a bit too far from his usual hunting spots. He forgot where exactly he was, but he remembered it being really high. High enough to see the entire forest from the top. He would never forget what he saw. Like giant river of greens. It was then Vox began to truly love the forest in he was born in. Vox took the handle of the sickle and pricked his finger. 
[color=00a99d]"Your teachings will not got to waste."[/color]