A Forest Fairytale
The tree that grew in the purple flowers never asked for much. It knew neither the language of the long-ago men, nor the ineffable language of the Twin Gods, and had no one to listen to it anyway.
"I have my flowers," the tree said to itself, "I have the company of butterflies and fireflies. I have the flight of doves and the scamperings of squirrels. I am not too hot, nor too cold, and I never want for water or light. Many trees are not as blessed as I am: how could I possibly ask for more?"

But regardless of those thoughts, the tree that grew in the purple flowers drooped and wilted in its loneliness, for while it had the butterflies, the birds, and the squirrels, it could neither know them nor keep them close. No other tree grew so near to the tree that grew in the purple flowers that their branches could touch and send messages of joy or sorrow.

One day the tree saw a group of deer playing in its area of The Forest. The tree that grew in the purple flowers had never seen deer before. It marveled at the way they played, the way they laughed. The way they knew each other and kept each other close.
"If I were like them, could I be happy?" the tree asked itself, long after the deer were gone. The tree that grew near the purple flowers decided that, at last, it would go and ask the gods for one more blessing: it would ask to become a deer.

So the tree began its long trek across the forest. It dragged itself along the shallow hills, in and out of patches of sun, in and out of water, in and out of shade. It crossed a river and a ruin in its desire to ask its one and only favor from the gods. It moved at barely a crawl, and each step took days. When it was halfway to the hill of the gods, the tree that grew near the purple flowers saw a squirrel lying near death in its path.
"What is the matter, little squirrel?" The tree asked.
"I haven't eaten in a very long time," the squirrel said, "I have a stash of nuts near the patch of purple flowers, but I don't think I have the strength to reach it on my own." And the tree sighed and lifted the squirrel in its branches. It silently and slowly brought it back to the patch of purple flowers where the tree had begun. "Thank you very much," the squirrel said once it had eaten. "You are a very kind tree, and kindness deserves a reward. I don't have anything to give you now, but one day, I will repay you."

And the tree set off again. It moved in and out of sun, water, and shade. It crossed a river and a ruin in its need to ask the Twin Gods for one favor. It inched across the forest, and each step took days. And when the tree that grew near the purple flowers was once again halfway across its journey, it saw a dove lying in its path.
"What is the matter, little dove?" the tree asked.
"I ran into a tree and broke my wing," The dove sobbed. "My family could help it heal, but I cannot reach the tree not too far from the patch of purple flowers where they live in the condition I'm in." And the tree sighed and lifted the dove into its branches. The dove chirped its praises as it uncomplainingly but slowly brought the dove back to its home. "Oh, thank you!" the dove and its family chirped. "You are a very gentle tree, and gentleness deserves a reward. When my wing is fully healed, I will repay you."

And for a third time, the tree that grew near the purple flowers set off on its long trek. It moved through patches of sun, water, and shade. It crossed a river and a ruin in its hope of asking the Twin Gods for a single favor. It crawled across the forest, each step taking days. And when the tree was for a third time halfway to the Twin God's Hill, it saw an old butterfly lying in its path.
"What is wrong, little butterfly?" the tree asked.
"I am very old," the butterfly said, "and I have gone very far from my home among the purple flowers. I have seen many things. I would like to go back home and tell my family of what I have seen before I die, but I do not have the strength left in my wings." The tree sighed. It picked up the butterfly in its branches. The tree that grew near the purple flowers slowly and silently brought the butterfly to the patch of purple flowers where he had begun. "You are a very good tree," the butterfly's children said, after the old one had told its tale and passed on, "and such goodness deserves reward. When you have need, we will repay you."

And the tree set off one last time on its long trek. It dragged itself across shallow hills, through patches of sunlight, through shade, through water. It crossed a river and a ruin, a plain and a lake in its desperation to ask the Twin Gods for one little thing. When it at last reached the Hill of the Twin Gods, it stared upward in dismay.
"My roots are too weak to climb such a hill!" It wailed. The tree turned its way to go the long way home, when the squirrel climbed down from a tree and said,
"Wait! You were kind to me. I will go and tell the Twin Gods you wish to ask a favor." And the squirrel set off. But the squirrel didn't have the energy to climb the hill. It stopped halfway and returned. "I am sorry," said the squirrel, "I am not strong enough." But the tree shook its head.
"You did your best," said the tree.

And so the tree turned again to go, but as it was leaving the dove flying down.
"Wait! You were gentle with me. I will go and tell the Twin Gods you wish to ask a favor." And the dove flew off. When the dove reached the top off the hill, however, it had forgotten the message it was meant to deliver. It returned. "I am sorry," said the dove. "I am not strong enough." The tree smiled and shook its head.
"You did your best," said the tree.

As the tree turned one final time to go, the children of the butterfly came fluttering around it.
"Wait! You were good to our father. We will go and tell the Twin Gods you wish to ask a favor." And the butterflies flitted off. They climbed and climbed the hill, until at last they stood before the statue, and spoke the message to the gods.

And the tree stood before two massive deer, one red and one golden. It bowed and said,
"I had my flowers. I had the company of butterflies and fireflies. I had the flight of doves and the scampering of squirrels. I was not too hot, nor too cold, and I never wanted for water or light. Many trees are not as blessed as I was. But I had no one I could know or hold close, no one I could share joy or sorrow with. And then I saw the deer you have made, and the way they ran and danced and laughed, and I thought that, were I a deer, I could be happy."

The Twin Gods looked at each other, and they spoke in unison with the voices of the squirrel and the dove and the butterflies and perhaps even the voice of the purple flowers, and they said,
"Had you moved on past the squirrel, we would tell you no. Had you moved on past the dove, we would tell you no. Had you moved on past the butterfly, we would tell you no. But you did not. You are a noble tree, and nobility must always be rewarded." And the Twin Gods smiled.

Not long after, a small newborn fawn galloped down the hill, running, laughing. And he lived happily, endlessly.

The End
(( I tried to tell it in as close to true fairytale fashion as possible. This means it probably improves on being spoken out loud, but it will probably get some editing anyway...for some reason, I get the vibe that this is as close to any sort of origin story for Seed as one can get, even though I'm not 100% sure it's true in terms of his backstory.))