Minnala examined Yggdrasil as the Chancellor approached. The druidess let out a sigh. This conversation would not go well, she knew. But it was a necessary one, nonetheless.
“What is it that you needed to discuss?” the Chancellor asked, impatient.
“It’s Yggdrasil,” Minnala explained. “She’s dying.”
“So? Trees die. Take one of its seeds and plant it, so we still have magic.”
Minnala shook her head, already tired of this conversation. “Not this one. Yggdrasil has existed since Tovan’s birth. When she dies, the planet dies.”
“How do you know that?”
Minnala turned on the Chancellor. “I have studied Yggdrasil for over four hundred years. It is why you are afraid to have me executed. Look around you for once in your worthless life. The oceans are raging. The animals in the wild are turning
