When comes the day that the monochromatic masses find themselves in a shade of gray, desperate to explain to deaf ears that they, they are not the evil everyone proclaims, When they find themselves alone, at world's end, and hope lifts their head to search for just one friend, They will not find me.

Lore revision made on request for DrCrowRenVT

Once upon a time, there lived a giant who made his home beneath a hill. This giant was named Kade and spent most of his days whiling away his time, tending idly to the wild flowers and grasses and drawing water from the nearby stream. One day, Kade discovered an uninvited guest: an oaken sprout had sprung up atop the very crest of his hilly home. Kade’s hill was far from any forests, and the land in which this indomitable tree grew was almost entirely devoid of other trees. K