Starting Over As A Tree Novels & Stories

It just changed shape, forever. The original seeds had grown into a great tree. And now, from its branches, new seeds were preparing to fall, destined for soil the first gardeners could never have dreamed of. The story was not ending. It was, as it always had been, just beginning.

Reality warped and twisted, as if protesting against the upheaval we had caused. The ancient tree, which had been our guide and source of wisdom, quivered in its place, its leaves rustling with an uneasy whisper. "You have achieved a great victory," it murmured, "but your actions have set in motion forces beyond your comprehension. The realms are in flux, and the true test of your purpose has only just begun." Before we could respond, the tree's branches reached out, enveloping us in a warm embrace. A surge of energy coursed through our bodies, infusing us with renewed strength and resolve.

Right after I finished moving, Tanner called and invited me to work at his company as an assistant. I accepted his offer, as I needed to learn and adapt to a new environment. I started the job one week later. Tanner's company had around 300 employees. I was responsible for assisting with contracts. During the training phase, I had a meager salary of 4,000 dollars. While it wasn't even enough for me to buy a pair of my shoes, it was money I earned myself. Five months later, Tanner asked me if I wanted to resume being a lawyer.

His eyes were darting around, though they seemed to rest on the alarm system at the center's corner. "Prepare to leave," I ordered. My teammates started packing up our gear. Then, the moment we turned around, a shrill screech of the alarm pierced the silence.

Morrigan smiled, “Now, you see. The life energy of every living thing around you. focus on the acorn.” I looked down at the green glow of the acorn, so soft and gentle, as if infantile and new. I knelt to touch it, and felt life flow towards it. Slowly it began to sprout, a tiny tree growing from the seed. I reveled in excitement and poured my passion into seeing that tree grow.

Urijah says as he now is standing right beside me looking down at the ground too, where my blood had dripped from my hand. Looking between the two of them standing there in awe, I looked down once again at the spot where my blood had dripped to, to see a seedling of a tree, growing right before my eyes. “What the hell.” I said as I took a step back, as the tree was now growing an inch with every second that passed, while all three of us stood there watching it in disbelief. As our heads now look up at the sky towards the now twenty-foot tree, Urijah says in shock, “You’re the demon of life.”

And you look young but rather old which is odd. Christopher: It's quite normal where I'm from David: And how does that work? Christopher: Well, it's opposite to this life. You see that tree there? David: Yes, what about it Christopher: I've watched it grow from a seed to what it is now, I planted it. David: Oh, giving back to mother earth I see. Christopher: Ya, but where I'm from its full growth is when it's a seed. Meaning it grows smaller rather than expanding its branches to a whole new form same applies to everything.

Her emotions were swirling, but there was a strange comfort amidst all the confusion. After a moment, Aiden decided to open up a little more. “You know, we should do this more often. Breakfast outside, talking about nice things...,” he paused, watching Dea’s uncertain expression. “I mean, it might help us. Make things feel less strange.” Dea glanced at him, considering his words. “Maybe,” she replied hesitantly. “But we also need to remember that this isn’t a normal situation. We’re still figuring things out.”

Then a voice echoed. Soft. Ancient. "WELCOME." The group froze. Immediately. Then the tree moved. Not the branches. Not the leaves. The trunk. A face slowly emerged from the bark. Eyes opened. Ancient eyes. Older than kingdoms. Older than crowns. Older than memory. Then the tree smiled. Then: "THE HEIRS HAVE RETURNED." The clearing trembled. Then Darius slowly lifted his hammer. Then: "Trees aren't supposed to talk."

It had simply changed posture. No longer pushing. Now observing. The forest slowly reassembled itself. Not violently this time. Not like a rewrite. More like reluctant agreement between broken rules. Trees stabilized. Ground reconnected. Wind returned in uneven breaths. But nothing felt fully real yet. Just… stabilized enough to function. The rejected mates stood scattered now. Not unified. Not controlled. Not fully themselves either. Like they were still shaking off something that had been inside them for too long. One of them blinked hard and whispered,