"Go to the fort they said, it will be easy they said."

The young warg adventurer had gotten the tip to go and visit the flowering fort ruin off in the western archipelago. Everyone around knew about the old fort and avoided it for some reason, except a select few but they only stayed at the beach and left as soon as possible. But the young adventurer also got to hear about a magic artifact somewhere inside that allowed it to be evergreen and flowering. It was a very old wives' tale but many adventurers, robbers and rogues all have tried to get the treasure deep within and none had ever come back. The young warg decided to give it a try because how dangerous could a flowering old fort be beside very pretty to look at?

Despite some warnings from older locals he set off. Three days later she would get to the shores of the fort island. Looking up she saw the huge bushes and the first looked more like a royal garden than anything intimidating. Joking to himself he took the path up, ignoring the fact that in the tall grass would be many old swords and whatnot, as well as sheilds high up in the lush trees. Stepping inside he looked around, seeing only flowering bushes and discarded weapons. Snickering to himself some more he thought of what the artifact may look like and how much it would be worth, not noticing the curse slowly moving in and around him.

Feeling suddenly very tired he sat down right next to the wall by another flowering bush that had small white flowers on it and a sword sticking out, finding that odd he really began to look around. So many discarded weapons and gear all over the place. Feeling uneasy he tried to move up but couldn't. It was as if his paws had been glued into place. Looking down he suddenly realize where all the bushes had come from as his paws and one hand had gotten roots and his fur began to be turned into leaves. Feeling his inside dissolve into more leaves and vines he cried out in horror, seeing the curse and all the other victims that had fallen prey to it. All the bushes and trees were all those lost before him. All the gear in the greenery had been used but now laid with their long-since dead masters.

"Mother, I'm sorry!" was the final words this young warg ever said before his body and mind turned into a beautiful bush with pretty magenta flowers on it, only his shield and cape remaining.