Novel & Cerita Under The Oak Tree Ch 20

Mama promise you’ll come back. I kissed her forehead. "Promise my love. Don’t use Echo Sight. Just sleep. Okay?" She nodded. With tears. *11:55 PM - TOWARD THE JUNGLE* I left the house. Behind me Anna and Marline stood at the door. Jasmine at the window. The jungle was dark. The old tree was in the middle. 200 years old. Its branches like hands. No one was under the tree. 11:59 The wind stopped.

Like it knows something important is about to happen and doesn’t want to miss it. We stop near the old oak tree that holds the swings. It survived the battle somehow, some part of it cracked but still alive. Someone wrapped glowing charms around its trunk to help it heal. Soft light pulses from them, slow and steady. Karl leans against the tree. I sit on one of the swings. My lips curl into a teasing smile, gesturing to the empty swing by my side. “You don't want to sit?” “Nope, I think I'm good standing here.”

Amelia's POV As I made my way through the forest, the familiar sight of the towering oak tree greeted me like an old friend. Its gnarled branches reached out to me, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor as if beckoning me closer. With each step, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the tranquil air, a comforting melody that soothed my restless soul. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into a dappled mosaic of light and shadow, casting a sense of enchantment over the secluded grove where the ancient oak stood sentinel.

What could an elder possibly have to say to a rejected omega? By the time Chloe pulled up to the neutral zone, Elara's nerves were frayed. The old oak tree was a landmark in supernatural territory, a place where treaties had been signed and alliances forged for centuries. "Are you sure about this?" Chloe asked, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "No," Elara admitted. "But I have to know." She got out of the car and walked toward the tree, her senses on high alert. The moon was full overhead, casting silver light through the branches of the ancient oak. The air was thick with magical energy, and Elara could feel the power of the place.

The sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

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

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?

" “What did the letter say again about the destination my Luna? “ I took out the letter from my pocket and read it out loud. "We will find an unusual oak tree. It has three branches only and its roots run through the forest. The tree is what we will see before we see an old pathway that leads to the village gates. My son will be waiting for you at the entrance to lead you on so that the citizens will not attack you as a strange face.” Dion chuckled. "The map is indeed easy it decipher, everything,” he said sarcastically and I could not help but laugh too. "I think we should trace any root that seems to extend very far. Since the letter says the tree's roots extend through the forest.”

And there, planted at its base, was a brand-new sapling. A baby oak. A marker beside it read: "For the Next Fire We Haven’t Yet Seen." Cassie knelt carefully, touching the young tree's fragile trunk. Damon lowered himself beside her, his cane resting against the earth. "It's perfect," she whispered. "No," Damon said. "It's just beginning." That evening, as the stars unfolded across the dark, the Turner family circled the new tree. No speeches. Only candles. Only hands reaching for hands. Eyes filled with wonder.

Still in their nightwears, the both of them left their room, making sure they made no noise lest Wade joined the party. They sneaked down the empty hallway and down the stairs. On the ground floor, they hastened till they got to the door. “You sure we should do this?” Harold asked. “Certainly!” On the outside, hundreds of stars dotted the dark sky. The wind howled loudly, messing up their hair but they didn't mind. In fact, they liked it. They enjoyed it. “His hostel should be the one in the middle.” “Yeah, it is,” Harold replied. They both walked in silence, kicking a few stones out of their way as they did. The stones tumbled out of their way and stopped.