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The Unhappy Garden
Written By Ryuuko

Long, long ago, there was a great forest that consumed the entire surface of Mistica. It was a green and wonderful place, with trees as tall as the clouds and fruits as big as a full-grown Belragoth. However, it was also a very quiet place, as the plants of the forest were the only living things upon Mistica. And even though the sun gave generously and the rain always provided them with plenty to drink, the plants were unhappy.

They groaned as their fruit became bigger and bigger; with nobody to pick it, it seemed as though the burden would never be lifted from their branches. They grew bored with the silence; with nothing more than the wind to every now and again rustle their leaves, life had grown quite monotonous. The trees became more and more restless as they grew to despise the uninhabited forest more and more, until finally they asked the wind to carry a message to the Tree of Life.

The Tree of Life resided at the very top of the world, Her branches reaching far over all of Mistica and granting Her subjects what She thought to be a perfect life. After all, the world was Her garden and she wanted nothing more than to keep her plants happy and healthy. She was filling the clouds with water just as the wind reached her.

“Mother Tree of Life, your garden has sent me to you with a message.”

“Oh? Well then, what is it?” She inquired, casting the wind a quick glance before returning to her chores.

“Well,” the wind explained, “your garden has grown lonely. They yearn for some being to pluck the heavy fruit from their branches, someone whose laughter and cries of joy will break the awful silence that has dawned upon the forest, and whose feet will patter gaily through their leaves.”

Now the Tree of Life paused, turning her full attention to the wind. “What? I have provided them with everything they could ever need; why would they want some disruptive little creature to ruin my garden?”

The wind sighed. “I know not the answer. However, what I do know is that they are unhappy, and soon enough that unhappiness will spread like a plague and wither your once prized garden.”

“Very well,” She yielded. “If my garden yearns for a companion, I will give it one – it will just take me one month’s time.”

As the wind carried the news throughout the forest, the Tree of Life got right to work. She plucked warmth from the sun, gathered life-water from the clouds, and branches from her garden, and wrapped them all in one of Her very own leaves. She carefully attached this to one of her branches, and it began to flourish and grow into a hearty fruit.


Soon, the fruit had grown so much that the branch that supported it had begun to sag and its stem give way. Finally, exactly one month after it had begun to grow, the fruit broke from the Tree of Life and came crashing down towards the ground. However, in midair, something miraculous happened; from within the fruit sprung two arms which latched onto a branch. The skin of the fruit hit the ground with barely a thud, while the creature that had been growing within hung securely in the tree above. It was a glorious creature, with two sets of strong arms for swinging through the forest and gathering fruit and a stout body for squeezing through the tangle of branches.

The Tree of Life smiled upon her creation. “Hello my dear,” She cooed. “You shall be my garden’s companion, and you shall help it to flourish happily. And I will call you Koko.”

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