Romans & histoires The Novel Tree

It descended slowly toward Vale Island. Everyone stepped backward. The star landed in the ocean. A massive wave rose. Then the water split apart. A glowing pathway appeared across the sea. At the end of it stood a small island. On the island was a single tree. Its leaves were silver. Its trunk was black. And hanging from one branch was a golden fruit. Mira whispered: “The Tree of First Choice.” Hope stared. “What is that?” “The place where the first conscious decision was ever made.” Noah frowned.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

She could feel the roots of life intertwined beneath the surface, like ancient rivers coursing through the earth. Pedro watched her, marveling at her tranquility. “What do the trees tell you?” he asked, his voice soft, as if afraid to break the spell. Alice smiled, feeling the connection like a comforting hum beneath her feet. “They tell me their stories. Of sunlit days, of rain that gave them strength. And of waiting, of patience.” Her eyes opened, glancing at Pedro. “The trees remind me that waiting can make us stronger, even if it feels endless.”

The closer she got, the faster her heart pounded… But then she stopped, peering up at the tree she’d always put her hope in. It was still a mess…The branches that had fallen from its stem had now turned to dust…but now new branches were being formed…small branches, the tiniest in size with abnormally green leaves that were just as tiny. Quinn’s hand ran slowly against the bark, and then she patted the tree…a way of congratulating it for surviving the tough weather and making it to the smooth one. She hoped it wouldn’t fall again, no matter how old it got.

She did not give up trying to persuade Nara to stay here and be her daughter. "I don't let you go, Nara! We will live together in this illusory world," said the woman Tree. She tried to run her master, the tree of illusion keep Nara in the world of illusion. And the trees survive by eating other trees. Who is has strength is who will live until the end.

With that thought in mind, he walks faster towards the direction of the orange cloud. It did not take him long to arrive in his destination and what he saw there is a peculiar looking tree. The tree was standing majestically. It was towering that it almost looks like its branches were trying to reach the heavens. What makes it more peculiar is that the tree appears to be on fire. Yet, surprisingly it was not burning at all. It seems like the tree was part of the fire. The appearance of the tree makes the surroundings bath with the color of vermillion. It takes Niccoli a few minutes before realization struck him. "This is the legendary tree of Pyrusurrectio Fruit Fruit!"

It is definitely weird that it’s quiet. The three of them started to climb. There’s a lot of plant vines growing on their way that made the ground uneven and hard to walk in. Elise endured the complicated pathway to reach the peak. After a few hours, they reach a sacred tree rumored to be described as the tree of life. It’s like an oak tree with massive branches almost reaching the summit. The atmosphere surrounding the tree is warmer than the forest. Elise walks near it to touch its body. In the book, Alicia touches it’s body to open a portal. She doesn't know if they will find it but she just touches it out of her intuition.

"I'll do it again, for this, without a moment's regret." One by one, the others stepped forward — Ismene first, then the freed man, then my mother, then Elliott and Tyler and Reyes, each extending a hand toward the tree's ancient, waiting branches, until a full circle had formed around its vast, dark trunk, exhausted but resolute, willing despite everything this night had already demanded. "Then let us begin," the tree said, its ancient voice steadying with fresh, cautious hope, "before whatever stirs below finishes waking entirely, and decides the choice has already been made for all of us."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the trees, leaving River and Thane to navigate the fragile bond forming between them. River guided the wheelchair beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient almond tree, its gnarled branches stretching towards the sky like nature's own cathedral. The warm sunlight filtering through the leaves cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the sweet scent of blooming almonds wafted through the air. She settled onto one of the tree's massive roots, the rough bark pressing against her skin as she faced Thane. From her bag, River retrieved a worn leather-bound book, its pages yellowed with age. As she opened it, the musty smell of old paper mingled with the alm

At the valley gate, Lyana is waiting with the second classroom empty behind her because all the children fell asleep on the floor waiting for us. “Did they take the books?” she asks, urgent. “They took all of them,” Jonah says, proud. “Even the dragon one.” She nods, satisfied, and marks her clipboard. That night the original Tree adds a new ring, audible if you put your ear to the bark. A low thump. Eli says Trees in the old world added one ring a year. Ours added one for the first convoy. Draven and I lie on the roof of the keep, under Hope’s new branches, watching Rowan’s tablet. The green map is not a map anymore. It is a ledger of yeses.