Under The Oak Tree Book 2 Novels & Stories

The book was opened, walking with the breeze sending my hair dancing behind me. The sounds got louder, my head picking up sure I was so near to my tree. My face fell along with the book I was carrying as I ran with my heart as if to break. My beautiful tree, my lovely tree. They had cut it, they cut it. The tears filled my eyes, as if they cut a part of my soul. Why? Why? They cut it so short, kneeling on the tree trunk, just one clean cut. My hand came to my chest as my tear fell on the tree. I shook my head, wiping away my tears.

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

Is that why I can’t see her? I’m about to move but then I hesitate. I don’t have my flashlight. Well, there goes my plan of following her. Maybe I should just go back. It’s already quite late and- I see the shadow from the corner of my eye before I hear the soft whistling sound. My body ducks without thinking and there is a soft thud behind me. Gasping, I look over my shoulder to see a small knife embedded into the tree trunk. “What the-“

Keanu I stopped next to a massive oak, pressing my palm against the bark. The tree was ancient. It had probably been here when dragons still flew openly and the world hadn’t yet decided to hunt the things it couldn’t control. I stared out at the dense forest stretching ahead of me, endless, green, full of hiding places that a woman who controlled the elements itself could disappear into forever.

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

Leonardo provided. "The oak tree in the midst of the pines," Hazel muttered as a memory flashed in her mind at those words. After a few minutes of pondering, her eyes widened as she realized what the clue was. "It's the oak tree in the middle of the large pine field, horses' hooves printed on the soaked ground on a rainy day, blood-red moon. The earth has been hurt, or is Mother Moon mourning for her dead children?" she began. "While many sleep, the earth weeps. What a sorrowful night. As the unknown enemy works in the darkness of the night. Under the large oak tree lies the secret to her salvation. But then again, it also holds the power to her damnation."

she asked for the third time, curiosity evident on her face. “Be patient, my dear,” I replied with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.” “You know I'm not good at being patient.” “Oh, I'm well aware,” I laughed. “Remember when you were waiting for the results of the Elder Council's test? You paced for three hours.” “That's different!” she protested. “That was about our future as—” She stopped as we rounded the last bend and the view spread out before us. A small meadow surrounded by tall trees, with a small river flowing on one side. In the middle of the meadow stood a huge, ancient oak tree—its branches spread wide, creating a perfect natural canopy.

I knew he was supposed to be here. Thinking he was yet to come, I sat under the oak tree and waited for him. I kind of see why he liked this place, the cool breeze brushing against my skin was so calming, and the leaves on the oak tree rustled with the wind. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the calm environment. I think I was too engrossed in how good I was feeling that I did not know when I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I was moving in the air, my eyes immediately flew open, scared I was being kidnapped.

One by one, I placed them inside his backpack. The bag felt heavy, just like my chest. I touched the cold urn inside and sniffed hard. "Cyrus, Dad brought your textbooks home. When we get back to our hometown, I will read them to you every day. I will teach you how to study, okay?" I tried to smile, but tears fell onto my hands, each one cold. I was about to close the backpack when a deep voice suddenly spoke behind me. "What are you holding?" I hurriedly wiped my face and forced the conversation elsewhere. "Why are you back? Shouldn't you be with Phillip?"

“We burn them to start a new life. The ashes promote growth and new life. A new beginning for the animals. The next people that find this place will find beauty and calm. They will build happy memories and the air will be filled with laughter.” I wasn’t sure how long I held her, but when she finally pulled away, she was ready. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me back. Even bypassing the tunnel, she knew where she was going. Instead of helping, she pulled me to a fallen tree and sat down. We just watched as the guys took inventory and did what was needed. With my legs out straight, my ankles were folded. Brett seemed more relaxed, but was lost in her head. My phone vibrated in my pocket.