Under The Oak Tree Ch 1 Novels & Stories

But the promise of answers to the issues that had been troubling me—the attraction of the unknown—was too great to fight. The old oak tree near the river stood silhouetted against the starry sky, its gnarled limbs extending like skeleton arms. I moved gingerly, my senses sharp. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the sole sound; it was a comforting song that did not help me to relax. I looked about, looking for some indication of Kavan. But the place was deserted; the only observer of my covert meeting the old oak tree. I started to feel let down. Had he come to another opinion? Had he chosen not to travel?

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

Rowan’s POV I sat with my back against the same oak tree I’d leaned on for four days straight, one knee drawn up, forearm resting across it. The bark had worn a permanent groove in my cloak. My stomach had long since stopped growling. Now, it just ached in quiet protest. The dead-end clearing looked exactly the same as it had yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. It was made of thick pines, fallen needles, no tracks, and no scent beyond this point. I had circled this spot so many times I could walk it blindfolded. I had clawed at roots, sniffed every inch of bark, shifted, and shifted again until my muscles trembled. Nothing.

Something else. *** "So you're saying Kayler left again when the wolves howl?" Anne repeated a second time. I rolled my eyes, I had already told her yes. "Yes, Anne, that happens all the time." I mumbled in reply, turning the page of my book. A romance book. We were on the shore of the lake, sitting under a huge tree, it was afternoon and the day was beautiful, somewhat sunny, in general here it's always cloudy. Anne became pensive, as if remembering something.

It was too toxic for me. As I walked in the woods, I could hear rustles. Today, the weather was cold which led to fog covering the path. I heard the rustles again. There was a scent I sniffled in. “Who’s there?” I said. Something was definitely watching me. ------------------------------------------------ A/n So, what did you think about this chapter guys, I will really love it if you comment your thoughts about Tata Mama disrupting everything. If you like this chapter, consider leaving a review for me. Thanks for your valuable coins!! With all love from, R.A Higheels

Mia whispered, waking from her shelter to run toward the ridge, her bare feet kicking up the white chalk dust of our boundary. "No, Mia," Xander said, kneeling to catch her in his arms, his brown eyes bright with a quiet, unforced triumph. "It’s not a library. It’s the First Page." The Shifting Ledger The chapter concluded as the copper-green tree reached the height of the ship’s mast, its canopy spreading over the basalt ridge like an umbrella of living bronze. The leaves didn't hold numbers; they held the shadows of the names we had crossed out in the longhouse—a permanent, beautiful memorial that didn't owe its value to an audit district.

The Heart Tree slowly opened. A hidden doorway appeared within its trunk. Warm golden light spilled out. Magnus scratched his head. "I've seen a lot of strange things..." "But I've never seen a tree open a door." Chloe laughed softly. "There's a first time for everything." --- We cautiously entered the hidden chamber. The interior of the tree was unlike anything I had imagined. Glowing roots formed natural walls. Crystal flowers illuminated the passage with a soft green light. At the center of the chamber stood a crystal cocoon suspended above a pool of shimmering water.

While I contemplated my options, Sarai’s voice flooded my consciousness. “Meet me at the heart of the forest…” Suddenly, it felt like I’d struck gold - The heart of the forest, the heart of the farmland. I couldn’t forget that if I tried. Careful so I don’t get followed, I hurried towards the heart of the farmland, dragging my book and shovel along. I got to a point and looked up - A white oak tree stood before me. Without a second thought, I walk towards it and dig a pocket hole - big enough to size the book. I marked the spot on the tree and returned the same way I came - praying no one saw me.

I doubled down by crying out, “Would he give you a happy pat on the back if you allow something to happen to his unborn pups due to too much heat?” “No please, go on please. But at least let me escort you to make sure you're safe.” He offered. I bent over and cried out again, adding some convulsive shakes to the drama. “Ah, please just go quickly!” He conceded. I smiled out of the corner of my mouth as I left him. Fool. It wasn't such a long walk before I saw the oak tree described by the note-sender. I couldn't see anyone there. I went closer till I got to the tree itself. I stood there, looking around.

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.