Oak’s Last Stand

Rain was coming. The air was heavy with its scent. Oak breathed in deeply. He had always liked the smell of rain. It was a smell of life and of peace. There was nothing Oak liked better than standing among his trees and listening to the rain fall through the leaves. This rain had a sharper edge to its scent, which meant it was more than just water. Oak had seen the Tal Forest burn from the fire rain.......