*Some good name for a story about magic*

You've been traveling across the lands for years now, and you're actually unsure of how long it has been. The green forest around you is beutiful, yet you pay no mind to it, for you've seen it a thousand times before, just in other places of the world. The weather is nice and sunny with no chance of rain for a few hours. The town you're heading for is a few more kilometers north, where you'll find an inn with cheap rooms, but you've been traveling for such a long time without a brake, and a beutiful tree seems to be the perfect resting spot, for atleast for an hour or two.