It was a sunny day, the vast field of about 100 tusks was visible while a spring wind was warmly whipping the leaves of the trees, a small stream was crossing inside the only and biggest mountain in that place.
In the highest part of the mountain there was a small apple tree that had a single fruit, which moved from one side to another along with the leaves of the same tree while the wind blew gently and constantly.
A very old man was slowly approaching the tree, limping on his right foot and stood in front of it as he appreciated the magnificence of it, the small tree that was no more than about two meters high and about two feet wide that covered it. It made it very difficult to confuse it with any other, since its green leaves and its leafy and healthy appearance was something that could not be found anywhere else.
That person who with great difficulty could reach the foot of the small tree stood in front of him and began to open his mouth trying to speak panting a little and with a gasp for breath that older man was finally able to say a few words.
--Finally finished.
That very old man began to speak to the tree, while the breeze slowly moved his completely white hair, that man looked at the small tree with eyes full of joy, which was hardly noticeable since his eyebrows were so long that they covered more eighty percent of his eyes, with a small smile as tears began to flow from his eyes, that old man opened his mouth again to speak again.
--Now you can be free
While clumsily and with great difficulty he wiped away his tears, that man fell unconscious at the foot of the small tree while a large gash full of blood became visible on his stomach.
The blood began to come out slowly and without making any noise, it began to mix with the green grass that was in that place.
As his sight faded more and more, that old man began to lose the brightness in his eyes as his pupils began to dilate.
"I wonder what happened to those three children."
He thought with almost the last ounce of energy he had left, remembering some moment in his life.
As the small breeze that used to blow softly began to become a bit more abrupt and black clouds began to form in the sky that old man was almost on the verge of death.
As his consciousness began to fade, that man took one last step into the past, seeing a very distant memory.
-"I hope you were able to find his way too"
The inevitable rain began to fall uncontrollably. The blood that was previously at the foot of the tree soon disappeared, being absorbed by it and without the man noticing, a small fruit began to emerge. The thunder could be heard non-stop and under that tree.
With one last breath, said that old man.
--"It was good while it lasted, it was good to be a part of Dragon Sorcerer Academy"