Personification Tree Novels & Stories

"Okay. Bye, Zoey! " "Bye, Herbie." Zoey and I continued on our way to the guardrail guarded by the same old man before. Zoey told him something, and the old man let us through. As before, he wrote something down in his book. Zoey was still holding my arm when we got under the fig tree. At night, this tree looks frightening by many dangling roots. However, I could feel an aura of warmth radiating from this tree. When I decided to stop, Zoey turned her head.

Just quiet looks and awkward sympathy. Another can followed. Then another. Cold metal clattered to the ground around me. The buzz came slow and weak, barely taking the edge off. It was not enough, but waiting felt worse. Standing took effort. Legs wobbled as the matchbox stayed clenched in my fist. Steps carried me forward, straight toward the Heartwood Tree. That tree was sacred. Old. Planted by ancestors long gone. Hundreds of shifters had bound their lives beneath its branches. Love was said to live there. In its roots. In its bark. Flowing through the pack like blood.

As the wind blows, I admit that my life is more than a fantasy! "What do you mean by calling me here?" the voice at the end of my question cracked a bit, I was embarrassed to realize that my voice showed how cowardly I was. "To remind you about something, my child." I cleared my fists. Lifting my head proudly in front of the big tree that spoke to me. “Why am I your child?! Tsk, I won't talk to people who don't show their true form! I know you're not a tree! Get out, or I'll rip this tree skin off!"

The air was cold, but it was refreshing. Quinn twisted on her heels, walking towards the east borders instead of her father’s house. There was this tree she used to call her own there, one of the tallest trees on this land. It was old, the limbs were dry and collapsing, but every spring, it grew leaves. She didn’t know how it continued to survive through the winters, but it always did, and Quinn would congratulate it every year. Every time she felt down and weak, she’d go there just to look at that tree, because if it could survive, then she could too…

Not my life, I hoped, because it would really suck to be turned into a tree. Tree person turned toward the tree behind him and placed a green palm against it. My eyes widened. That was definitely not a hand. It was shaped like a palm, yes, but it looked more like a branch, with all the shoots and leaves that a branch would have as fingers. "Come on, Herms. I've told you to stop sneaking up on me. Especially not when I have guests. Look, now, you've almost scared her to death." The tree shook from root to leaves like it was throwing a tantrum, something which I wouldn't have thought possible until tonight. "Yeah, go ahead. I will definitely come by later as long as you promise to be good."

The whispers of the trees carried information and intelligence, serving as a source of direction and solidarity. In any case, it wasn't long some time recently the noxious nearness of the Shadow of Friction plummeted upon the antiquated trees, endeavoring to disjoin their association with the tenants. The Treefolk stood unflinching, their voices joining in a capable, concordant chant that reverberated through the endless timberland. "We cannot let this haziness disjoin our association with the heart of our domain," one of the Treefolk said, their voice unflinching as they channeled their vitality into the antiquated trees.

The trunks of the trees were sturdy and strong, but the branches were slender and delicate, forming a canopy above that filtered the sunlight and cast dappled shadows on the ground. As Ivy gazed up at the tree in wonder, she saw that the branches formed a perfect heart shape, as if the tree itself was a symbol of love. The air around the tree seemed to vibrate with a gentle, peaceful energy, and Ivy felt her heart respond to it, as if it was being drawn to the tree by an unseen force.

"I supposed…it's true that you were actually alive as anyone said…anyway…grow healthy little one~.." They said that a Mother tree @ Ygdrasil was actually a demigod that contains unmeasurable power and they were in fact has personality and emotions akin to living humans. Although that seems to be the issue here, to me this little tree is just one of my green children which can make me lose my stress and having my Zen. After tending to all the stuff that needed my attention for the rest of the day, finally, I took a goof night sleep, preparing for the next where I have to attend the weekly meeting at the Black House.

Are faced the people and reminded them to stay calm so it won’t attract the beasts. People are terrified as the pallid colors of the trees around them resound with the footfall of those who venture inside. Barks of all tones, hues, and colors reach for the sky, vying for the sun's warmth and comfort. Straight-backed and proud from the ground, the trunks entangle, twist, or ascend. Their hearts are found deep inside their roots, where their innocent, untamed seeds previously fought for survival. The sheer uncontrolled intensity of these ancient behemoths' tales generates a sense of life; no, it creates a sense of consciousness, a daring emboldened forest spirit.

Any moment now, I would choke. My vision blurred, but through the tears gathering in my eyes, I caught sight of the phasing figure in the distance. Though I could not see clearly, I sensed it was in a similar state, struggling, suffocating. Then my father’s words returned to me. "The One Tree is yours to wield. It is not an entity of its own. It is you. You cannot separate from yourself. It is not a body, but simply the power that resides within you." It clicked.