The Legendary Leaf Legend

Leafy McTree, a young leaf of about 3 months old, finally left his secure and snug home of Maple Syrup Pineapple village to go on an adventure in the midst of summer. His greatest challenge was that of breaking away from “Mr. Bob, the Really Big Tree”. First, he had to break his leg, his stem that connected him to the old tree. After finally completing the task, he had to endure the rush of the flight downward, which was very violent, causing him to cry from fright and wet his leaf-pants from the ride down to the ground. The next segment of his journey was the most crucial part that decided his fate from life, or leaf-death. Like many of his brothers before him, he had to endure the discomfort of lying among many of his fallen brethren, unable to move, unable to scream. Days passed by, which turned to weeks, which in turn became months, but he was determined, waiting for his day to come. That day would soon come, but it wasn’t as he expected. Sun high in the sky, half past noon, and there was a roar. It was no ordinary roar either; it sounded hollow and a hint of in-leafy terror. He had heard of the tale of such a monster, having been around far longer than his ancestors of the seasons before. Its roar was strong, powerful enough to blow away many he knew. But he was different, for he was not like all the other leaves. He had the power to evolve. He stood his ground, growing a great mane of yellow stems coming from his leaf-like head, increasing his power a hundred-fold. He was strong, godlike even amongst his people, and with the tip of his invisible leafy hand he attacked the monster…...and was promptly blown away like nothing, as if it was a battle between a simple leaf against a leaf blower. He was crushed; devastated over his loss, but despite that, he did not give up, drifting along the river stream to a strange place, home of the giants. He liked the scenery, but he felt there was something wrong coming near. The atmosphere turned dark and heavy, and the sun was covered by humongous floating clouds. The sky started to fall, huge drops of water exploding around him and increasing. Much to his luck, there was a dead comrade lying around to shield Leafy from the worst of the explosions until he found cover under a cave. The water became more rapid, more brutal, and to makes matters worse, the water began to solidify. There was no way such a storm of catastrophic proportions would leave anything alive, it simply wasn’t possible. He resigned himself to his doomed fate, much like his comrade, but miraculously, he survived the intense storm. He laughed, and he did so for a very long time, knowing full well he had found his role in life. After all his adventures, he was now an old withered leaf, enduring all the worst nature had to offer, and lived. He was content, learning a lot from his travels and so he went home, to tell of his stories to the many young leaves, waiting to be carried away to start on their own journey to learn of the world. After much thought, Leafy decided to create a new village to train future young leaves to better prepare them for the future for many generations to come. And so, the legend lives on to this day, the Epic of The Legendary Leaf Legend!