Part 1

The following day, after I sketched the three Fairies and their Land, it was morning when Werleyadia, the Spirit of the forest, discovered the small treehouse I had constructed on one of the branches of the Magical Tree.

“What?”

“But how?” Werleyadia thundered upon arriving at the circle and noticing the treehouse perched on a branch of the Magic Tree. Well, it was when she returned to the circle to bathe in the River, she spotted the treehouse.

“Who built this?” She asked loudly. “Oh, my goodness! My Magical Tree?”

“Who has the audacity to play with me?”

“Who has the nerve to construct that tiny wooden house on a branch of my Magical Tree?” She exclaimed in anger as she drew closer. Indeed, her anger was so intense that the Birds, Butterflies, and Fireflies present fluttered around briefly.

Consequently, she isolated herself from the heart of the forest for a few hours.

“Can I find out who did this?” She repeatedly.

“Did Ley build it while I was away for a few days?” She questioned herself.

Oh!

She's returned!

Clearly, it was evident that she understood what was happening with the treehouse on her Magic Tree. To be completely honest, that Magical Tree was akin to her heart—her own creation that she despised seeing others tamper with—particularly humans, whom she loathed due to their poor conduct.