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A merchant stumbles on a grotto, lost. He eats his last apple. The merchant plants the seeds the next day to provide food for future lost travelers. 

And so, the nymph Theanore is born.

She would grow from a tiny seed to a splendid apple tree. She would meet many friends. Theanore will try her hand at being a merchant like her father. And she will get to know her lifetime companion, the merman Marinus.

But as every farmer can tell you, apple trees live only for about 150 years and so, with her tree dried up, so will Theanore die.

 But before that, she will live.

The Apple Grotto Nymph (Dungeon Core Fairy Tale)

While the children were busy setting one linen cape after another on fire, grandpa Thinker was deep in thought. He was drinking hot milk and eating cookies as he leafed through his personal copy of the encyclopedia Plantanica.

It was a bit dry, but very informative, if he could say so himself.

Could this new author really have made something better than one of his bestsellers? All dungeon cores had a copy of the encyclopedia. Well, not all.

Only the ones on the good list did.

What grandpa Thinker considered a good dungeon core was a core that answered to the following criteria:

-It must keep humans from reaching the core room.

-It must give grandpa Thinker mana in exchange for resources.

-It must be ready to follow orders.

This new dungeon core, little Theanore, was none of the three. Yet, the list kept putting her name together with the good and obedient dungeon cores.

Chapter 40: A change of mind