Horsey

Chapter Thrice The Fall of The Wise One

Horsey met the tree's steady gaze. "What do you want?" He spoke calmly to the tree, but he could feel danger radiating off its branches.

"I have joined the 'dark' side, or as you call, 'the threat to Wattpadland'." The tree scowled, it's benevolence disappearing as it spat the words out.

"But why? What is there to gain?" Horsey said, confused, the tree stared at him, regaining it's wise and mystical aura again.

"Because if we don't join the dark side, we will be destroyed, crushed as easily as a fragile flower, being on the winning side seems like the smart option, do you think you can hold a candle to her might?"

The morning sun reflected in his eyes, yet they were without an inch of light, the tree stared daggers.

"So is that what you are here for? To make me 'join' with the very thing that is dooming us all?"

"Yes...and either that...or you die."

Horsey wasn't taken aback, he expected this, cowards, he thought. The tree, however, merely shook it's leaves and awaited his response calmly, he was wise and mystical after all.

"No." Horsey said firmly, he turned, walked into the barn that he called home, and shut the door in the tree's trunk.

Next thing he knew, the barn was gone, he looked up and saw the it up in the air.

Horsey whipped around, the tree had somehow lifted the entire barn with several of its branches, and crushed it to a pulp with brute strength, the wood splinters falling away.

"Very well, then execution is the only way."

The tree said, as it catapulted several sharp wood fragments from the barn straight at Horsey, who dodged almost all of them by vaulting himself upwards, he then landed in a different spot a few meters away.

"Not bad." The tree said, but now, several of the branches were twisting like snakes, before solidifying and forming wickedly sharp points. Horsey dashed at the tree, but it was too fast, and stuck one of the branches under his legs.

Horsey tripped.

The tree laughed wisely and mystically, "One last chance! Join the cause or suffer ABSOLUTE ANNIHILATION!"

Horsey got up and wiped the dirt from his face.

"Never"

Suddenly, with a blinding light, Horsey reached into his alternate dimension, and pulled out a shining sword, the sunlight reflected on the silver blade and the metallic handguard as he unsheathed it.

Horsey held the sword in his mouth (duh he's a horse), firmly.

The tree seemed momentarily taken aback at this, horsey took advantage of this and aimed at the tree's branches, and in a sweeping arc, he cut several clean off.

The tree flinched, but still managed to aim several other sharp branches at horsey and launch them with crushing force. Horsey deflected them easily, slicing and blocking. He then dashed towards the tree's trunk and with one, final horizontal strike, he cut the tree clean in two.

The top of the tree rolled off of its base, lifeless.

Horsey huffed, and re-sheathed the sword, it was a hard battle, but he had won.

He held the sword to his eyes and said:

"Hello, old friend."