Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round An Old Oak Tree นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We tied our ribbon here. Twenty-one years later, I’m here to cut it and tie another, with you.” He paused. “I never thought a day would come when I’d willingly cut that ribbon.” We walked toward an old tree adorned with several ribbons. He closed his eyes and circled the tree slowly until his hand brushed against one ribbon in particular. He stopped. From his pocket, he brought out a small pair of scissors, whispered something under his breath, and cut it. Blood seeped from the tree. I gasped, startled, but Zayne held my hand firmly. “I’m here,” he said calmly. “It’s normal.”

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

The drummers stopped beating the drum and everywhere was completely silent. "I didn't take you to be someone who gives up," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Ooohhhh," the pack members teased, causing me to blush. The drummers resumed beating the drums happily and everyone came together to dance once again. Mrs. Teresa's granddaughter Lily walked up to me with a bright blue ribbon in her hand. "What's the ribbon for, Lily?" I asked. "It's a sign of friendship, Luna," Mrs. Teresa answered. "It's a pack's tradition to tie it on someone you'd like to be your friend," she explained.

Sarah then started singing the song again, 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. I joined her and we sang together while flapping upside down in the stream, our naked bodies being illuminated by the sunlight. Oh, guardians of the ancient trees, Protectors of all that nature sees. With gradient symbols, their message shows, Balancing harmony as- "Can you guys be fast? We don't have all day?!" Theo's voice came from afar.

After the feast—featuring Mae’s chosen menu of rainbow fruit platters, homemade pizza with ridiculous toppings, and a cake shaped like a multi-headed dragon— the real heart of the day arrived. As the sun dipped low, painting the garden in that same perfect golden light that had witnessed their original ceremony, the family gathered around the oak tree. The trunk was now adorned with years of ribbons in every color: deep greens and golds from Elena’s milestones, blues and silvers from Leo, vibrant purples, reds, and yellows from Mae. New ribbons had been added whenever someone needed to mark a moment—first days of school, hard conversations survived, personal victories.

He parked aside and said " we have to walk up from here " "Okay" So we stepped out of the car and walked hand in hand into what appeared to be a small forest. We walked for a while before we arrived at an amazing green hill . It was an incredible sight with a single tree resting at the edge. As we approached It seemed a hundred years old oak tree on which hanged a dozen of colorful ribbons. As I could see when we walked under it . "Lucie and I hanged those ribbons a long time ago" Cole said pointing at the ribbons . He paused as he wrapped a hand around me and I looked up at him. I simply rested my head on his chest and listened as he continued.

Just a rhythm your feet knew without thinking, and some childhood favorites. We worked like a pack works: no one saying who does what, and somehow everything got done. The tree took light easily, like it had been waiting to be wrapped. Ornaments went up—glass moons, carved wolves, a lichen crest Ryker had kept all these years and finally gave to Storm last week. Lyra looped a velvet ribbon through the branches with patient hands. Ryker tied a bell near the back “to keep the spirits honest,” he said, and winked.

A moment that was supposed to bring every mother joy filled me with only dread. The frustration was palpable - we were making no progress. We were simply wandering blindly through the maze of trees. Dread settled heavier in my gut with every fruitless step. Finally, as the last rays of half-light faded, Ophelia stopped and turned to us. "Let me try something." I watched apprehensively as she stepped up to a gnarled oak tree and pressed her palms against the bark. Her eyes slipped closed as she began whispering under her breath. Old tongue.

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

Quick to say my goodbyes to Niko, Garth, Hunter, and I continue on our journey. The ribbon now guiding me through the beautiful garden as I carefully notice all the twists and turns as well as loops around multiple things until I’m eventually standing before the large water fountain only to pause. The ribbon now physically going through it, which causes me to laugh. For while I wasn’t planning on jumping through the water for a ribbon, a piece of me wondered which of my men did in order to accomplish the task. Amusement still dancing within me as I continue to follow the ribbon only to see it now leading me to my magnolia tree. The one I would read under when the weather was nice.