Long ago, by the powers of Odin, I was planted.
The realm of the gods was at first most happy at my arrival and festive were the days of youth.
However, in the later years, some of the gods, being envious of Oden, attempted to kill me.
From the most base of my roots, to my highest boughs didst their blows upon me land.
They split me and carved me, but I refused to die.
With each blow to my side, I grew stronger, and with each blemish on my trunk I became all the more beautiful.
Now, I stand before you, O mortals, for the wrath of the gods did not amount to anything.
For as I do stand, my roots now extend to the deepest depths of hell and my boughs reach the heavens themselves.
Now, as to my identity. I am what is known to most men as the world tree.
I am the Yggdrassil.
Yggdrassil
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