Novel The Trees Novels & Stories

I hold one hand in a fist keeping the rain coming I throw the fingers of my left hand forward and watch as lightning lights up the sky I breathe deep and say clearly so everyone can hear me watch the three trees across the lake the ones I a perfect row I love the funnels and the clouds to the side keeping them going but making the rain part to see the trees clearly. I take a deep breath and I point at the tree on the left as light hits in straight in the middle causing it to split and catch on fire. I hear gasps as I throw water on it killing the fire instantly. The second tree I focus on the roots and ground I lift it in a pile of dirt a hill appears under it growing and then taking over th

The trees started waving again and Theo and I turned the mechanism, slowly making the door open. Oh, ancient trees, reaching for the sky, Whispering secrets as the wind blows by. Your roots run deep, your branches spread wide, Guardians of wisdom, standing side by side. Oh, guardians of the ancient trees, Protectors of all that nature sees. With gradient symbols, their message shows, Balancing harmony as life flows. Finally, the door was fully open and the mechanism stopped. Theo and I massaged the pain throbs off our hands as Sarah tapped the tree and it responded to it.

Chapter 43 The atmosphere was as clear as crisp snow upon a glacier. The peace in the air could be smelled and felt through every fiber of my bones. It was a perfect utopia. Even the sky appeared brighter than normal, blending into the endless land stretching into a distance of nothingness, yet somehow, everything felt perfect. Just like the One Tree itself. Tall, overflowing with roots and knowledge, it looked as though it had existed since the dawn of time. "What have you come for, Alex?" the One Tree asked, and I stepped forward, exhaling sharply.

The girl took out a brown-bound book and started reading the notes inside. Ana continued to go deeper and deeper. At the moment she hadn't found anything. There was not a single animal roaming around and nothing strange. Ana continued walking about five hundred meters from the entrance gate, Ana found a tree like the one described in the book. Ana stared at the tree and then read the note in the book. 'Two trees with carvings of five crescents that seem to reflect light.' Ana held the carved symbol of one of the trees. "There is no mistake, this must be the tree in book." Ana looked around, there was nothing special around there.

The moss seemed to rise to meet my arches, soft and pulsing with a faint, bioluminescent light. ​“Elara, look at the trees,” Sasha whispered. Her voice was gaining a new resonance, a vibration that felt like a low-frequency hum in my teeth. “They aren't oak. They aren't pine. They’re… older. They’re watching us.” ​I looked. The trees here were white as bleached bone, their branches twisting into patterns that looked like ancient runes. There was no birdsong here. No crickets. Only the heavy, pressurized silence of a place that had forgotten the sun.

Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret. Because when darkness beguiled me, its intention would always be in the wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart. It made me in anxiety. Now that I'm tired, this is how I'll end up. Forest Survival, the words engraved on a wide and relatively long tree staring at me in front of me now. It's too old. Obviously, it's put there years ago. I am not sure what it meant but, somehow, it told me to move forward. It gives me faith to live. So I didn’t waste a few more seconds.

I walked out of the main campus with my head held high, carrying my newly borrowed books and heading for my car. I heard the rustling behind me but paid it no mind. The whole campus was set up like a vast nature reserve, and I had read that they used it for research on another course. With so many varieties of plants around, the wind seemed to blow through them as though the Goddess herself was playing music with them. It was so peaceful out there with the moon shining back at me from the lake.

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I had to admit, there were no obvious flaws. My eyes fell on a tree. He must have done something to the tree to make an enclosed space. I walked along the road again while studying the trees. It was spring and the leaves had turned green. As I walked, I found that there were fallen leaves under some of the trees. I thought of the reason immediately. The leaves must be shaken to the ground when Alex used his gift. So the trees weren’t supposed to be here. What would happen if I knocked down the trees?

Birds and cricket songs are replaced by total silence, we can even hear the twigs and branches breaking underneath our legs as we walk on them. I can hear Owen's heavy breaths, even his hard swallowing. The air suddenly changes, when we get to a small opening after the thickets. There are seven tall trees, taller than the rest, which surround an old cabin. It practically looks deserted. The trees look so strange and peculiar. I have been to the woods before, but I have never come across such trees. I walk slowly towards the cabin, Owen is one step ahead of me and his hand is wrapped protectively around my waist.