As the the trees with the help of the wind spoke to Alko, son of Odes, screaming and plundering any expression on his face, “Help! The last of our fathers is about to die, without care of your people we are doom to death my son,” said the tallest tree. Alko then reached to his bag and took out a knife and walked to the father of the trees, without futher thinking he made a cut, deep on his wrist and fed the tree his blood. Shortly after Alko had died and his spirit remains in the woods, in every tree, in all the forest.

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