Birth of a Deity

The birdsong stopped. The birds and other life forms moved away from the area. Branches creaked. Red fell to the ground. An old leaf. The heart raced. Nothing as loud had ever been trapped within that cage before.
They had to be protected—the two legs. They had been missing for a long while. Something must have happened to them.
More branches creaked, and the tree moved. As it moved, the bark started peeling off. It touched a tear in its new skin. The two legs were fragile beings. It had to be careful with its new form.
It stared back at what was once its home. It left a husk behind. The large tree still stood there. Its trunk reached the sky, and its roots buried deep in the ground. What remained was dead now.
It walked through the thick forest. Father Sun had gone up and down several times until the tree person stopped in a small clearing. It had found something strange, but it wasn’t the only reason for stopping. The eyelids were heavy, and the body parts were not as they were initially. It had to be hunger. It knew that Father Sun was not enough for the two -egs. Mother Earth provided nourishment for the holes in their bodies as well.
The last time the two-legged people visited, they had drunk sugar water and even poured some on its roots. It's roots had been rejuvenated. Now its feet, with new skin, hurt.
It kneeled next to the odd stream that reached through the clearing in both directions. It reached out a hand to the river but quickly yanked it back. The river was solid. This must be why the two-legs had disappeared from the area. They had no more water because of evil magic.
It, they, smelled their hand and their face screwed up on reflex. The solid river consisted of tar, stone, and chemicals. Evil.
They stood and gazed at the solid river for a moment. They had to cross the river to continue searching for the two-legs. With a hesitant step they placed one foot on the solid river. The river was cool to the touch, soothing their aching foot.
The moon moved overhead, and they took a couple more steps. With the moon behind clouds, the world turned darker.
A low rumbling halted their new feet. The river must’ve returned to life.
They turned around to rush back to solid ground but stopped again. The rumbling hum came from a large creature. Its two large eyes glowed with white light. The creature rushed towards them with a growling noise.
They stood stock-still, paralyzed, and hoped deep in their mind that the creature wouldn’t see them.

This is a weird short story that got stuck in my mind about the birth of Wilder, a deity who is "related" to Grim. After Grim's story is out there in Visual Novel form, I will probably write a short story about the "death of a deity". XD; It's both a continuation and not a continuation of this short story. XD;