Phytomancy Part 2: Sacred Ground
There was an outhouse for the cabin I was staying in. But the Matria allowed me to clear it away. I didn’t do the work myself. There was a human man named Drakus who did that, though he allowed me to help. Together, we installed indoor plumbing in the cabin and left a space for me to garden.
According to the book, the land is sacred, land specifically referring to the ground where I was to do my work and grow my plants. Even the slightest weight killed countless beings and severed the lines of energy that would form the web where the power would be drawn. Tread upon enough times, the land would become completely infertile.
“Even ants create trails.” That was the principal warning.
So the beds could only be as wide as I could reach across. I measured the beds to be about 3 feet by twenty. Looking at the ground, I could see what the book meant. Even though this place was lush and green, nothing at all grew in the brown dusty paths created by habitual walking. Not even with the Elder Tree’s power.
There were a lot of power levels between extremely fertile and infertile, so I could see why the book forbade taking even a single step in the garden beds.


















