After leaping onto the small island surrounding the colossal tree in the center of the lake, Ard, Pyria, Mirea, and Milia stood looking up at the incredibly dense canopy above them.
"So, how exactly do we get the seed?" Milia asked.
"We have to pray here first and state our purpose for asking for the seed. If the tree is willing, a fruit shaped like a silver apple will fall from above. That fruit is the seed and the answer to our request," Pyria answered.
"That's right. I've read about that fruit in ancient books," Mirea added.
"Let's begin," Ard said.
The four of them immediately knelt before the massive trunk and closed their eyes. The world fell silent, and the only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze high overhead. Unable to wait, Milia peeked with one eye. She gasped and quickly shut her eyes again; etched into the bark of the trunk, she had seen the massive face of a wise old man with a long beard.
"Um... I saw a face on the tree trunk," Milia whispered.
