While the magic of vegetation is generally considered a lesser art. This does not necessarily apply to Sprout. As his name implies he is the start of something special. A forbidden union between earth and water.
In the past, Sprout was viewed as a useful outcast. He provided food and herbs for the community, but in his exile he turned to that sad void in his heart. The place in him that would have made his father, the earthworks captain for the guard, proud. His small, central place filled with rage. One must not forget that for Sprout, his true core was not hollow like a pumpkin, but magma like the earth.
In his fields alone Sprout would dream of being a respected soldier. He would summon his targets in his mind and with a twitch of his nose and a mutter of "Parsnip Power!". Instantly, a shield of sturdy carrots appeared to deflect incoming attacks. A whispered "Radish Rush!" would send forth a barrage of root vegetables, ensnaring foes in their fibrous grasp. His most powerful spell, the "Celery Cataclysm," was a last resort, unleashing a torrent of leafy greens that could incapacitate even the mightiest of adversaries.
One day, a shadow fell over the land as alien invaders descended from the skies. Their sleek ships hummed ominously, and their laser blasts sizzled the earth, reducing forests to ash and cities to rubble. Humanity trembled in fear, their armies powerless against the advanced technology of the invaders.
As the world teetered on the brink of despair, Sprout emerged from his seclusion, fields of vegetation surging forward to fill the barren landscape around him. His heart aflame with righteous indignation. Armed with nothing he surged forward to confront the extraterrestrial threat.
The aliens, with their shiny armor and laser blasters, mocked the eccentric wizard and his seemingly harmless vegetables. But Sprouts eyes did not find them. His eyes were locked on the young dead wizard soldiers scattered uselessly on the ground.
The earth itself began to answer with a rumble and with a wordless cry of anguish Sprout launched a volley of potatoes. Those starchy projectiles slammed into the aliens' armor driving them in violent jolts to the ground. Sprout launched into the air and landed with grace in a small patch of peas. Green surged out of the ground wrapping Sprout in a living armor.
As the aliens fumbled in confusion, Sprout drew deep upon the raging fire in his soul. He pulled from years of exile and frustration. With a defiant scream into the sky he unleashed the "Celery Cataclysm." A tidal wave of leafy greens surged forward, ensnaring the invaders in a tangled mass. Their weapons sputtered and fell silent, their bodies writhing in the leafy embrace.
Survivors watched in horror as the aliens contorted, their bodies ridged, twisting, metal ship hulls squealing and crushing, lifeless bodies popping, crunching and spewing unfamiliar gore. And among stocks of twisting celery Sprout stood and wept in fear and rage.
Many expected Sprout to make himself emperor or at least join the general population after the event, but he did not. He left head down, just as alone as when he walked in. He vanished to the north. Many would think him dead, except now a great celery forest defies the mountain snow.
