Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

' she stammered. "'Because,' the Oak explained, 'your broken branches provide shelter from the wind and rain. You offer a unique sanctuary, a haven of peace amidst the storm. You are different, Willow, and that is your strength. You offer something the other trees cannot.' “Willow, humbled, began to understand. She was no longer just a tree; she was a symbol of resilience, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, life finds a way to bloom. Her scars were not a mark of weakness, but a testament to her strength, a story of survival etched into her very being.”

Tears stained her face, and the edge of her dress was burned. Lewana approaches Rose cautiously. "Rose, are you OK.? I'm here to help you". Through soft sobs, she looked at Lewana. "Look what they did. They hurt the trees. The fairies were able to get out, but their homes are destroyed. I must fix it. I can't let the forest feel this pain for too long". Lewana speaks softly to her. "You know fire doesn't destroy all forests. Some of these trees are Sequoia. Fire helps them release seeds, so there are more of them. This is an ancient forest. It will survive".

Its presence exuded an aura of ancient wisdom, as if it held the answers they sought. Aurora approached the tree, her hand gently grazing its weathered bark. She closed her eyes, connecting with the pulsating energy that emanated from its core. It whispered to her, revealing fragments of forgotten lore and guiding her towards the truths she sought. The pack members gathered around the tree, forming a circle of unity and reverence. They closed their eyes, allowing the forest's wisdom to permeate their beings. In the quietude of the night, they felt a profound connection—a merging of their spirits with the spirit of the forest.

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.

After our visit to the mines, he took me to meet one or two of the forest dwarfs who took care of the trees, and I found out what the wolf was doing there that early in the morning. One of the trees was sick, and the dwarfs were trying to heal it. The dwarf leader was furious because it seemed as if someone had tried to poison the tree. The trees were the dwarfs’ warriors. Their border patrol. It was incredible to watch one of the larger trees get up and move! I never in my wildest dreams thought I would see something like that.

Hungry for your fresh brain, yes, hungry for your warm blood, soft tissues from your body, but take heart, as this is only bringing you closer to your goal. True revenge knows the meaning of patience. Ones inside that frightening forest, you will be on your own and return to your land is impossible. You must persist now, whatever should come your way. Night in this place is not friendly to any human beings, and the seething things that splitter and click in the dark places of this part of forest are always hungry. It may be a chilling long distance, or it may be miles, but eventually, you will come across a thick glade of ancient oak trees. There will be no mistaking this location.