The Giving Tree Novelas e Histórias

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.

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

Lyla said her grip on the crystal tightening. After hours of walking, the group emerged into a vast clearing surrounded by towering trees with bark that shimmered like silver. At the center of the clearing stood a massive tree, its roots sprawling across the ground like veins. The tree glowed faintly, its energy radiating out in waves that made the air hum with power. Lyla felt the crystal grow warm in her hand, its light pulsing in time with the tree’s energy. “This is it,” she said softly. “The forest’s heart.”

Some asked me how I was doing, and I replied that everything was fine on my end. Mom and Dad prepared a grand feast for me. They stayed home for a couple of extra days before leaving for their work again. From that day on, a mountain of gifts would appear at my front door daily. They were all sent by Joseph. Frustrated beyond belief, I threw all of them away. I wondered if Joseph didn't understand what I told him. All he had to do was leave me alone. I would shine like a star in this life, and didn't want to get involved with useless people. Perhaps realizing that I was throwing them away, Joseph eventually stopped sending the gifts.

“This is the third tree.” Wolves stared. “What is it?” Dara asked. “The Both Tree,” Suri said. “Not white. Not pink. Both. Growing together.” She planted it in the center. Watered it with her blood and Dara’s and the pup’s. For a day, nothing happened. On day 2, the tree grew 3 feet. On day 3, 10 feet. On day 4, its branches covered the Circle. And where its shade fell, something strange happened.