Wood is burning red as they speak, yell, scream. Wood goes back to what it once was, when they were still mighty trees reaching for the sky.

Their roots pernetrate the earth, and flowers bloom as the flames disappear in the wind.

One small white lily opens its petals and rises above the others.

Fragile, small, white, pure.

Dripping life as it is separated from its roots and dies within the king's hands.