Down the stream of time, there was a city which trembled at a horrific disease. Many noble men were caught by the disease, one the father of a humble young man called Zemnos. He was only young but he had no choice but to flee.

He fled with his mother and many other petrified dwellers of the city, until they could finally find a place they could call home. After many attempts for jobs he finally got a small job as a farmer which was neither well paid nor enjoyable.

After moons past, Zemnos’ ears could no longer contain the sound of wailing men and women. Disease stalked this island as well! With this thought lurking his head, Zemnos could no longer sleep. So he did the thing any respectful man would do, he prayed.

When the sun returned and he woke, he heard one of his sheep. Curious to the see what the fuss was about Zemnos shadowed his sheep. It led to a rock which was showered by moss. He knew a sheep could not lead him hear alone. Zemnos pondered the fact it could of been the gods return to his prayer. So he put it to the test. Results were positive!

After many were cured and joy spread,

“Zemnos king, Zemnos king!” echoed the room!

He exclaimed he was nothing but a small time farmer and he was not worthy. But that made no change to the crowd’s chants. He was king!

Once disease had sailed out the island Zemnos decided they deserved more, they needed more.
The sunset and the sun rose whilst the population grew and the city grew vaster. Zemnos urges for pleasure never came to a halt. Everyday Zemnos went to the woods to get the finest wood of all. The forest was emptying but one of the few trees that stood as proud and tall as ever was Demeter’s tree. That was sacred.

Once when the atmosphere in the forest was queasy, Zemnos heard a noise, a deep rumble. He glared at forest, looking for the noise but the forest was almost empty, except Demeter’s tree. He shot an eye at the tree and noticed it was saying something. He wiped his eyes but nothing changed. It could only have been Demeter’s message. It spoke powerful words the words of,

“Cease your nature slaughtering!”

“No!” Zemnos bellowed out to a descendant of Demeter.

He had been somewhat offended by the trees attitudes to his gleaming city.
Zemnos was infuriated at the fact Demeter claimed that he should not be chopping the trees down. He exclaimed to everybody he was merely improving the city. Even with Zemnos’ reasoning his mother was unsure about the idea of telling the gods they were wrong.

Once the news of his mothers fear spread and arrived at Zemnos’ ears, he was in a rage with his mother and his strop with Demeter was still there. He was so enraged that he was willing to something no man had ever dared to do. Hack Demeter’s tree down! And he did! He got many men to help him with this sin. They put in a place of which was now evil. The gates of his house!

When night past Zemnos woke up and felt something slightly absorb. But it could not of just been him his cat meowed, his dog barked and his snake hissed. He rushed to the window he peered out and he noticed something strange something unusual his palace was at an angle, his tree had grown a unrealistic amount. The only explanation was the gods had interfered! The roots tore through the house rapidly, ripping the house on all floors!
Suddenly. Bam! The house fell to its doom…