The dying scheme and train

I realize it may be cruel but as the reigning queen I have to face this fact. Humans are destroying our land to let them remain as such would be foolhardy. Unfortunately I myself am on the verge of death due to their actions. Indeed there is nothing more 'I' can do.

I had been planning this for decades. Many humans hadn't noticed the abundance of greenery beneath their buildings. Even if they have most can't easily deal with it and just move away from it. After making allies with the other plant faes I had started preparing to wipe out our biggest threat. Humans.

There is littles we can do if we can't fight. Though humans have useful things it isn't worth it for all of us to be killed or slowly poisoned. The humans hand to hand combat is taught to all fae regardless of size. Something more important would be the attack use of our magic.

I successfully convinced the fae to grow out their plants and after ten years we finally attacked. Our plant over grew and destroyed the homes they were in. Those near forests were crushed even those in the inner cities hadn't managed to escape. Humans love to use plants as decorations the more powerful fae made bonds with those closest to their own original plants and attacked like this. Though few survived with our constant culling of human civilization many plants started taking over human territory until most buildings were tall pillars of green. We managed to regain the beauty in the land we loved so much. By humans we are classified as monsters because we killed them and regained our land. They were the most powerful so as they decided goes. Based on that they were the true monster. Clearly we fae are the most powerful and the humans dared hurt us. Truly laughable that such a weak creature realm aimed on top all due to technology they created through destroying use. Though I suppose someone would have to get hurt to make progress.

As I am left alone I think and I remember. Of the days when I was a young dryad a being one with the trees, when we could be well with the humans. Maybe it was due to their small numbers now I hope as they rebuild that they don't repeat their same mistake. Now on my deathbed I hope that the land shall be taken care of. That those I've left behind will withhold my dream and at the very least keep the few remaining humans under control. Already I can imagine the pains those beings called humans will go through to destroy us. For now though I'm at peace.

I close my eyes ready for the eternal rest and cold embrace of what comes as my life ends.

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