So large and powerful they were—but gentle as the spring. Those who come after may not know of their kindness, nor of their great sacrifice, yet it is because of them that we still dwell in Humblewood. We owe them a debt that cannot be repaid.
When the fires of the Great Calamity blazed out of control, it was the treants who rose to our protection. They came from all over the Wood to surround the accursed conflagration. Skilled in the primordial magic of the very first druids, the eldest of their kind used their awesome power to form a barrier against the inferno. Their leaves burned to ash, their bodies charred and splintered. Through it all, the treants stood tall and firm, sheltering the Wood until a ritual abated the Calamity... though who knows for how long.
I suspect that, to whoever reads this, it may be hard to believe that treants were once a common sight in the Wood. Indeed, they could often be seen strolling through the hillsides. Each treant had its own grove and tended to all things living within it. The old stories say we took our name from the treants, for we too aspired to be Tenders of the forest. Being long-lived, the treants knew much of the Wood’s history, and, though they were towering creatures, not even the smallest seed escaped their notice. Above all else, they were teachers, and that is what we Tenders must strive to be. With the eldest and wisest of the treants lost to the flames, we must take their place, not only as keepers of lore and stewards of nature, but as those who tend to the very spirit of this world.
Althander of the New Leaf, Autumnal
From a weathered journal kept in the Tenders’ archives