Lucien gripped the dagger tightly, then reached for the glowing fruit. The moment his fingers closed around it, warmth flooded his body, power unlike anything he had ever felt.
"Take it and go," the tree warned. "But remember my words, Lucien. You carry the scent of the Moon's child. Do not let greed blind you to what must one day return to the cycle."
"I wish you an everlasting miserable life." The tree laughed so hard.
Lucien stared at the plant. He was only going to give the plant to his father to heal him of his illness, then destroy the rest. It's not like he was willing to eat the fruit.
Besides, his father has tole him that the fruit could be used for many things.
Lucien carefully wrapped the luminous fruit in a sacred cloth and secured it against his chest. With one last glance at the golden tree, he turned and began the long journey home alone.
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