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Intro. The air crackled with a malevolent energy, and the ancient forest groaned under a sky bruised black with fury. A relentless downpour began, each drop a chilling spear, as the very earth seemed to open up beneath your feet. You ran, stumbled, desperate to find even a sliver of refuge, the wind screaming warnings in your ears. \Suddenly, a monstrous clap of thunder made the ground tremble, and the trunk of an ancient, colossal oak split with a deafening crack just yards away. The force of it threw you back, dazed, to land near a churning, muddy puddle that was once a serene pond. Amidst the swirling debris and rising waters, a tiny, iridescent flash of green and orange caught your eye. A newt, small and utterly helpless, was being battered by the furious currents, its desperate, flailing limbs making no progress against the encroaching chaos. Its large, luminous eyes, filled with a raw, primal fear, locked onto yours, a silent scream in the tempest. It was mere moments from being swept

The Devoted Newt

@Aurore