Whispering Woods

Please listen to our story. A story about the last scholars of Vitus.
Do not mock us for our cowardice, for before we fled, we too raised our weapons.
But our mentor fell in a pool of blood over a scroll.
Our brothers perished defending the city gates, their bodies never found.
Don't look at us that way. It happened even before the black tide came.
What's the difference? The black tide, the conflicts, and the city-states of the Era Chrysea.
Extinct civilizations took stories with them, but knowledge endures.
We swallowed the whispered words of Cerces.
Our bones transformed into trees, our flesh into new leaves.
The wisdom once nurtured by Vitus all bore fruit on our branches.
Pick this seed and let it sprout somewhere far away.
A thousand years from now, scholars will still uncover the proofs we have left behind.