Fiction by Nikolai Ruskin

"Pitiful humans...
Ever do you seek to spit yourselves upon our arrows.
You are like a cancerous weed that chokes all other life in the garden.
Come then, re-infest the land which you have spoilt-
we shall only return to rip you out by the roots! "

-Illari, Guardian Mother


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