Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

The bark was wet from the constant spray of the streams. “Most of us call it the Twisted Oak,” Rowan responded to him. “Its growth pattern was altered by the waters that sprung from the mountains into the Oasis. But look more closely.” Rowan guided Alex’s attention with her hand to the space between the trees. As he looked around he noticed that there was something carved into all four trees. On two of the twisting oak trees positioned opposite from each other, a series of small circles were carved into the bark. Each tree had six circles cut away in a hexagonal formation. On the other two adjacent trees were six more circles carved in the same manner, except these shapes appeared to be pain

“How did you get the trees to stand like that? They look like they have been woven into shapes of Celtic knots almost.” “Magic and the force of nature,” Shaylin explained, “we do not control the trees, only nurture them and care for them. The trees created this for us themselves. The whole compound and the entire village are a gift from the Amberwood forest we hold sacred. We honour that and only use wood that has been given to us, never taken by ourselves. We don’t burn the fallen wood, rather we use it for our homes or preserve it for some other use, like making weapons. We do not harm the trees, we protect them and they protect us. The magic we have mainly comes from them too as it is sto

It was a sight that whispered tales of romance and unity to all who visited. The seasoned folks at Aurora Mountain would say the trees had been growing there forever, huddled close like old friends. Their branches twisted together, and their trunks spiraled around each other so tightly that it was impossible to tell where one tree ended and the other began. Locked in an eternal embrace, like soulmates, they were known to everyone as the Lovers' Tree.

One, open corridors for seed carriers, no weapons within five miles of any active Tree. Two, shared harvest. What the Trees clean or grow, we share. What the old world still grows, we share back. Three, no iron. No collars, no bands, no cages, no cutting for samples without asking and being answered. Four, Duskbane recognized not as a state but as stewardship, with a council seat. Wrath reads it aloud, slow, because he wants the wolves outside the door to hear through the root speakers Creek grew. His voice is rough, but he does not add commentary.

No matter what, she would take back this kid to his home. Gray’s body was constrained on the tree trunk by black vines. His head was hanging low lifelessly. The Water Bark most important trait was that, if one tried to remove it, it would definitely find a substitute to replace itself. Normally, people who controlled energy flow could easily defeat it by blocking its weak energy. For ordinary people, they had to use a talisman to do the trick.

“They regrow.” “Our trees are sacred to us; they provide us with clean air, shade, our homes, our warmth in the winter. And we only take what we need,” I retorted instantly. A murmur of displeasure rippled through the video attendees, their features twisting into matching scowls of derision. The leader held up a hand for silence, fixing me with a look that could curdle milk.

I agree on her suggestion, so is everyone else. “Alright, then it settled…From now on…Shark East County will be Aeternum official Lumber resource provider…Aeternum Central, will also provide special fund of 100 000 Credits, to help maintain the current trees numbers, and hope that under the leadership of Observer Renoa, the forest will be maintained and at the same time you will continue to research and plant more variety of vegetations…”.

Whoever said Africa is the motherland of nature must have been the wisest person to have been born. Trent falls on the bed and sighs. Why is he tired? I want us to walk around this country with game rangers. Isn't that what tourists do when they visit other countries? I look at the clock on the wall and it's 5 pm. I look outside and it's all sunny. You can't even tell it's almost dusk. I walk to the balcony and enjoy looking at the wild savannah and green bushes that surround the lodge. "Treeeenttttt!"

Jeremiah cried, he then turned toward the giant living tree that he currently stood upon, “Mr. Trent, attack them!” The Trent warrior swung its giant hand in the brother’s direction. In response to the attack, Jayden shot a freezing ray against the tree’s long wooden branch as it became ice and then destroyed into pieces. But, just like before, the tree could regenerate the broken branch. Jeremiah suddenly felt limp, ‘The tree regeneration cost plenty of my mana, I need to finish them faster!’ After the giant living tree completely recovered, it quickly launched another attack on the brothers, and correspondingly, Jayden and Carson were ready to counter the attack.

Soartin turned to Sethlzaar, a look on his face Sethlzaar could only surmount to be confusion, as though he would have an answer to the mystery before them. "Trees do not just vanish, brother," he insisted, as if that would pry a hidden answer from Sethlzaar. "There would be stumps. Roots. Something that shows there were once trees. This is nothing. This can't be nothing." Sethlzaar sighed. "I cannot help you on this one, brother. There are no trees." "What happens now?" Takaris asked. It was clear their brother wanted to bring the mission to an end, and even clearer that he accepted it would never happen so easily.