Florien

Once upon a time... there was a giant tree. It was so big that its branches reached up to the sky. So high that some of them even floated above the clouds. The tree had 7 color sections. The tree's leaves were colorful. 7 giant branches hung towards the north and east, and 7 more towards the south and west. In one section, for example, all the leaves shine in a variety of different colors, and so on. The tree was so big that in and around the tree there were all sorts of little passageways and houses. Some looked like flowers, others like mushrooms. Inside the tree it looked like a city: fields, shops, houses, gardens. There were other small trees around the tree. Some were colorful, some looked strange, others pretty. There were also huge, colorful mushrooms. Everything looked like a fantasy world. Dragons flew around. Almost like a fairy tale, wasn't it? But this wasn't a fairy tale. This was reality. It was the so-called Tree of Life of Alterra. The tree was so huge that it took up at least a quarter, if not half, of the land. At least, that's what people said. Alterra was beautiful. Humans, fairies, elves, and other creatures lived in and around the tree. Florien was one of the humans. He, however, lived far, far up on one of the tree's colorful branches. Florien looks just like he does in the picture. He was a wise child. For as long as he can remember, he has lived in the treetop among the leaves. The tree, as mentioned, was the Tree of Life. The tree was really alive. It could move its branches, and Florien could even hear a voice. Florien was a tree child. And these children were forbidden. Someone who simply lived high up in the treetop without permission was a criminal. So Florien never really had contact with the others. He stole things to stay alive. He stole food or clothes, for example, but only when it was necessary. But otherwise he lived on his own.