Normal Tree Novels & Stories

Xasha also got excited. "I can channel my nature energy into it to help it grow faster," after saying that she walked to a clear spot in the greenhouse dug a hole placed the pot in it then started channeling enormous amounts of nature energy into it. The nature energy was pure and concentrated, the tree grew taller and taller. In minutes it became about 2 meters tall, full of purple leaves, and had little blossoms and green flowers on it. She stood up and stepped back. Her face was full of sweat and taking heavy breaths.

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.

When they were all in position, Loria nodded once. Each of them dropped to their knees, palms pressed to the earth. The wind fell quiet. Then—life answered. Roots surged from the ground, not chaotic but deliberate. Thick, strong—like the spines of great oaks. Trees began to rise, drawn upward by ancient energy, their trunks wide and their bark rough like aged ironwood. Their leaves shimmered with dusky green and silver hues, like moonlight through armor. Some trunks twisted gently around one another—interwoven, like the pack itself.