Wild Fires, can be caused naturally or by humans, most likely it's from humans. Gender reveals, camping trips, drunk people with no supervision, a "witch" trying to get her boyfriend to fall in love with her again but ends in misery, forgetting to put out a fire for storytelling, or forgetting you are surrounded by dry trees and shrubbery when you decide to get rid of some kind of animal infestation with a fucking flamethrower. Or just people are so stupid.

I've lived in the woods my entire life. No matter how many times we've moved, we would land in the trees, we've had woodland mansions, we've lived in treehouses, we've had many treehouses strung together like a tree town, but no matter what, the trees are our home. I remember the first time our woods burned down, we all had to flee. We work closely with wildlife, so I remember having to grab up all the critters we were taking care of, I remember looking back to see and hear all the animals we couldn't get in time crying and burning in the house. My heart melted with them that day.

I remember our last fire run, we lived in a string of tents, connected to one another. There were a bunch of reckless teens, throwing burning bottles at dead bushes, whatever they thought they were doing, we lost so many lives, and they did too. They were able to get out clean, they thought they were safe, nope.

I've grown tired of losing all of our homes to stupid people, this is why we live away from humans, yet they still find ways to ruin our lives. So I decided to show some resistance against anyone that had any thought about possibly harming the woodland ever again. I killed them, not all at the same night, and not all by myself. My brother and I figured out how to find them. We had already moved, so we weren't exactly a suspect in any way. A serious addiction arose from this, and my brother and I went down the list of all the past offenders that have at some point ruined our woods, with the help of our older sister, we went through the list, through their heads, and through their flesh.

This addiction of ours has gone further than our personal offenders. With our friends we have met along the way, we have gathered and taken down their list as well, blood now covers our hands and forests. Their blood goes into the sacrifice of our newest home. For the love of our woods, anyone walking among our trees with is with them for the rest of ever, there will be no "accidents" here ever again.