Normal Tree Novels & Stories

What could I do to explain what I wanted to this man? “I’d like to go back into the room,” I said when he finally gave me room to talk. “Nope, let’s stay a little. Look over there.” He distracted me by pointing at a tree. It was a pit far off but very big. “What do you think?” “It’s beautiful, it looks well taken care of.” I noticed. “Most people think trees do not need attention because they can perform their basic survival process without external help. They perform photosynthesis with the help of the sun and search for water in the soil by burrowing their roots into the soil.” He explained.

"All right. Go find your tree. You've got forty minutes, so take your time. Be sure and check your textbook if you are unsure which tree you'd like. Or you can walk around, touch a tree, and see if it speaks to you. Many of these trees were planted while the Academy was being built by the founders. So we have everything from Oak and Ash to Apple or Rowan trees." I like the idea of picking a tree that calls to me so instead of opening my textbook, I stroll through the area, randomly placing my hand on the barks of trees. Some send small tingles through my palm, even with my gloves on, but none feel right. Kiarr and Ben hover nearby, but not so close that it feels like they are breathing down

Lila POV The Worldroot Tree stood before me like a god. It was colossal — easily the height of the academy’s tallest tower. Its trunk was ancient, gnarled, and pulsing with deep emerald and golden light that flowed like blood through veins. The air around it vibrated with raw, primordial power. Fallen branches lay scattered at its base like offerings. Safe. Traditional. The choice every other candidate had made for centuries. I stared up at the living branches still attached to the tree, glowing with immense energy.

Alastair led me toward an ancient giant tree that stood at the edge of the garden, near the woods. “At the very least, this tree is over 5,000 years old," Alastair spoke, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. "The thing is known by the name Gilgi." He continued describing the tree's features, but my attention was diverted. My fingertips grazed the bark of the tree, the texture resembling swirling water, as if the tree had risen from the depths of the earth itself. My gaze followed the intricate patterns, feeling as though I could get lost in the intricate dance of nature.