Romans & histoires Hollow Tree

She looked at me for a long moment, searching my eyes to see if I was ready, then let out another soft sigh and nodded, starting to speak in a voice that sounded like she was reciting a story older than time itself. “The Hollow is not a place, not exactly,” she began, her gaze drifting toward the window as if she could see beyond it, into the world that lies between life and death. “It is what remains when something loses its purpose, its name, and its form. They are beings that feed on the energy of those marked, slowly draining it until there is nothing left but an empty shell. They move through the spaces between moments, the cracks in reality that most people never notice. And they follo

“The Heartwood is here.” They finally broke through a thick curtain of vines, and there it was. The Nexus Point. It wasn't a temple or a building. It was a clearing, but the trees here were unlike any they had ever seen. They were ancient, their boughs glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The ground was covered in a bed of luminescent moss, and in the center was a single, immense tree, its bark a vibrant green, its leaves shimmering with a silver light. The air was a symphony of light and energy, the very essence of life humming all around them. It was beautiful, sacred, and impossibly peaceful. It was everything the scrolls had promised.

Hindi mainit sa katawan kaya gano'n. One more step and we're there. Hindi na paakyat kundi patag na ang aming tinatapakan. It's like the huge brunch of tree is cut and it served as the place. Walang mga sangay ng puno sa gitna, lahat ng iyon ay nasa gilid na pabilog at pinapalibutan ang kabuuan. Ang iba naman at mga dahon ay bumabalot sa taas kaya ito ang nagsisilbing bubong. This is where they're living. At the top of a gigantic sacred tree.

My world isn’t the vibrant streets of Rifongie but the dark, chaotic, and dangerous forest a few kilometers from the town. Here I am, hidden within the hollow of a massive tree I call home. This tree, draped in glowing vines and flowers that pulse softly in the night, is my sanctuary—the only safe place for someone like me. Around me, the forest hums with life: the crystalline chirps of birds with wings like stained glass, the thunderous footsteps of giant beasts, and the faint whispers of the wind, as if it carries secrets it dares not speak aloud. This place is no haven. It’s a battlefield where weak creatures like me must hide to survive. Why am I here? Why am I, a dwarf, living like this

Malamig din ang simoy ng hangin, malayo sa klima tuwing araw. May nakikita akong mga ilaw sa malayo na sa palagay ko ay mga kabahayan ng Genovia. Payapang payapa ang lugar na nasa aking harapan, na tila hindi pa nakatikim ng kagulohan. May mga nakikita din akong iilan na mga puno, ang Joshua Tree. Alam ko ito dahil nai-feature na ito sa national geographic channel. This is one of the trees that grows in the desert. Such a weird tree structure but it makes this tree unique from the rest. Nakarinig na lamang ako ng alulong na isang aso mula sa malayo. Humangin ng malakas kaya napayakap ako sa aking sarili.

"Hindi yan! Sandali lang naman tayo!" Napalabi ako at hinayaan na siya. Namulot siya ng isang sanga at hinahampas ang ibang dahon na tuyo. Pinasadahan ko ng tingin ang buong gubat. Ang tataas ng mga puno at kapag pinadaanan ng daliri ang katawan ay ramdam ko ang katandaan ng mga 'to. These trees must be antique. They look creepy and alive. Parang nai-imahe ko na gumagalaw at nagsasalita sila katulad sa mga pelikula.

Sa gitna ng malawak na hardin ng dukedom, nakapalibot ang matataas na pine tree na inobrahan ng maihahalintulad sa isang malapad na bakuran. Sa entrada ng nasabing pine tree yard ay naka-arko ang buhay na halaman na maihahalintulad sa rose, bagamat walang tinik ang mga sanga. Sa bawat dampi ng hangin sa bulalak na kulay dilaw, ay ang paglaganap ng mahalimuyak na amoy na nang-gagaling sa bulaklak.

Nagmadali si Lothar sa kanya at nagtanong, “Anong problema, Mr. Loggins? Anong lumason sa kapatid ko? Hindi ba to pwedeng gamutin?” Umiling si Abel. “Ang lasong ito ay tinatawag na Taut Snow Tree. Isa itong lason na hawak ng Hundred Bane Sect—hindi ito nakikita kaagad, huli na ang lahat kapag nahanap ito. Ice-type ito at tanging ang gintong buhangin sa hilagang-kanluran ang kailangan para gamutin ito sa parehong araw… base sa oras aimula nang gumana ang lason, halos isang araw na ngayon. Dapat maghanda na kayo para sa burol niya.”

nakangiting sinabi ng tree spirit Napahinto si Gerald nang marinig niya iyon. "Ano? Siya ang iyong junior? Pero hindi ba ikaw…?” "Gusto ko lang linawin na hindi ako palaging isang tree spirit! Nagkaroon kami ng laban ni Henrick sa Underworld Valley! Sa kasamaang palad, hindi ako naging maingat kaya si Henrick ay nakahanap ng pagkakataon na maglunsad ng isang atake na pwede kong iwasan! Dahil dito ay natalo ako sa labanan... Hinagis niya ako sa kailaliman ng valley at ang aking kaluluwa sa ay sumanib sa isang tree spirit sa loob ng malalim na valley. Matagal na akong nandito! Pero dapat mong malaman na hindi nabawasan ng kahit kaunti ang sama ng loob ko kay Henrick!" idinetalye ng tree spirit

Kahit noon pa man alam ko na sa sarili ko na magiging mabuting ama sila. As I open the car door, I see a peaceful scene: a curving road surrounded by many trees. They sway gently in the breeze, a refreshing change from the busy city we just left. Here, in the middle of the hacienda, nature is everywhere, giving us a break from city life. Walking through the hacienda feels like entering a vibrant painting. The trees stand tall, their green leaves reaching up to the sky. They make patches of shade on the ground. The leaves move gently in the wind, as if they're talking to each other.