Tuck Everlasting Treegap Novels & Stories

HOLDEN’S POINT OF VIEW We then reach a park, and my feet don’t need a guide to take me towards an ancient tree that stands out from the rest. It calls to me. The Eternal Tree. It's huge, with branches stretching out like wise old arms, and its leaves are perpetually green. As we approach it, a warm, calming energy envelopes us, and I take a glance at Willow. She looks so… Peaceful. “Do you feel that?” she asks, her voice soft, almost reverent. “It’s like… Like the tree is alive. More than just a plant. It’s… sentient.”

“Glee . . . shit.” Another tremor jolted them, and the centuries-old cottonwood tree—the only thing left out there—twisted and leaned, losing its foothold on the remainder of the crumbling bank. Slipping away. Richard felt something at his elbow. This time it was Owen tugging at him, a clogged warning in his throat. Pulling him back from the decimated park area. Toward the waiting vehicle. “Daddeee . . . ” Katie fretted. Richard took heed and went.

He was a pincushion of small nicks when he finally made his way through. Breathing heavy he climber over the root ball of a particularly ancient Oak, he wiped his brow and thought, At least it had not been as bad as stepping through the path of scorched earth. Lifting his head, he scanned what was before him: a huge circle of an area, full of trenches and craters from where trees had been uprooted, in the distance a small glade, the center of the eruption, and the dilapidated fashioning’s of a small cottage. The air above the glade was not proper, it shimmered, danced almost as if light spooled from to.

said the old man. "And the last child of the world tree that you know so far that is still there now and is known is the name of the Teak Tree, a 4000 year old toddler but has not been around since 100 years ago" said the old man while drinking tea with a glass. And said again the old man