Secrets of the Berrywood Mowe

Previously

…Taking a deep, shaky breath, Mowe stepped out from the shadows. His small figure seemed even smaller against the backdrop of the dying tree and the despondent villagers. All eyes turned to him, a ripple of surprise passing through the hushed crowd. He felt their gazes, sharp and questioning, but he didn’t flinch. He walked towards the Great Berry Tree, his paws treading softly on the parched earth. He reached out a trembling paw, his fingers hovering just above a withered leaf. He closed his eyes, focusing all his will, all his love for Berrywood, all the warmth that had always lived within him. He felt that familiar, potent energy surge, stronger than ever before, and he let it flow.