Starting Over As A Tree Novels & Stories

Rose stayed this way for weeks, patiently waiting, knowing she was her enemy's snare. Bored with having to listen to the voices of men, women, and children, and not hearing anything that may be of benefit to her, she would listen to the trees. She liked how they conversed. Whenever the crashing of a tree occurred in the forest due to the work of an ask, the next day, Rose made it begin to grow back. The trees were pleased with this development, and they thanked Rose for it.

He was about to move when Awino held her back. “Wait a minute, son. What are you talking about? How would you know these yet you’re here.” “Look, I’m telling you the truth. You of all the people know me. You know that I had this gift since I was born. The python took it away from me, but now that it’s gone, I have it back. And I also have the powers of the Long-lasting Tree safely in me. I can feel it. Arise, you-all; let’s go.”

And to everyone’s surprise, he answered. “A flame. Not a tree. A force to protect us, not bind us. We can’t afford another Mira. Or another Saris.” “And what if it could be both?” Ari asked softly. “A flame within a tree. Power rooted in purpose. Fire fed by connection not conquest.” Vael looked away. But he didn’t walk out. On the seventh day after planting, the seed sprouted. Not with leaves but light. A single stalk of translucent energy rose from the soil, spiralling gently upward like a wisp of breath.

I said, smiling thinking about the kids now as he started the topic. “I have even a better plan. They should know about even another religion like even Islam.” He said. “To teach them, we should first learn about that right. So we will even start learning about that religion too.” I said, feeling nothing but good thinking about the result. “But there is one problem.” He suddenly said, making me frown. “What is it?” I asked him worried glancing at him. “You have to take step 9 for us to even have a chance to have kids.” He replied and bursted out laughing seeing my face.

Fire burned, yes, but fire also gave life. “Breathe with it,” Selene had instructed earlier. “Don’t push. Let it answer you.” I listened. Slowly, the dead bark softened under my hands. My chest tightened, but I kept steady. A small bud formed at the tip of one branch, then another. Leaves unfolded, green and fragile. By the time I opened my eyes fully, the tree wasn’t dead anymore. It was alive. My hands trembled, but pride rose in me. I had done it myself, without anyone’s help.

“Besides, in ten years when some snot‑nosed recruit complains about extra training shifts, I want something solid to point at and say, ‘We started this with a tree and a war. You can handle paperwork.’” “Assuming the tree survives,” Dima called from a nearby doorway. A breeze gusted across the yard, setting the sapling swaying. It bent more than seemed comfortable, leaves rattling softly before it settled upright again, thinner branches trembling. In the next bed over, that earlier broken stem still lay against the soil, a quiet reminder that not everything took root. “It’ll survive,” Nia said. “I am personally threatening it daily.” Lys watched the young leaves shiver.

This was the answer I uttered in my mind right before I appeared in the seventh tree's location. A voice started echoing around the place, saying, "I am born in fear, raised in truth, and I come to my own in deed. When a time comes that I’m called forth, I come to serve the cause of need." Maybe that was the last riddle, but I wonder where the seventh tree is. I began to look around, and the place started to change. I was once in a plain land, but the rock from where I am standing started to grow. Now, there is a long tight wooden bridge between the two big rocks and in front of me. It was too terrifying to take a step onto the fragile-looking bridge because it seemed like it couldn't hold t

Somewhere near the center, the Luna tree shivered and sprouted its first leaf. I took that as a sign. We were healing. We were becoming something new. And the names etched in stone would never be forgotten. Not as long as we remembered to love.

I hope the you can move on Conor. “Your life has been wrought with disappointment and many lessons. Is there a specific lesson that comes to mind that you would want to teach others?” The Tree asked as Eldon watched me silently. “I was not born out of love or want. But I wish others could understand that just because that is your beginning, that doesn't have to be your end- I wish others knew how much I worked to overcome my terrible start. That's been the hardest thing: Continuing on my journey despite every obstacle I faced whether it was on my own or with others by my side.” I answered with a small smile. “It's something I will always struggle with- well, struggled with.”

Ariana opened her eyes. And there it was. A tree. Tall. Still. Real. Her breath hitched. “I did that.” The girl didn’t respond. Ariana stepped toward it slowly. Relief starting to creep in. “I can fix this,” she whispered. “I can rebuild everything.” She reached out. Her fingers brushing against the bark. It felt real. Solid. Alive. Her chest loosened slightly. “I can bring them back.” The moment she said it— The tree twitched.