Novel & Cerita Under The Oak Tree Ch 20

My body stopped growing colder by the day. One morning a month later I went with Leon to break ground in a clearing in the hills behind town. When I looked down at the bond mark over my heart, the one that had withered black, a familiar tingling ran through my chest. At the center of the dead mark, a point of green had broken through the dead skin, and a fine young oak shoot had come out of it. "Leon." I touched the shoot, and the tears came at once. "It's alive."

“Well, looks like we’re stuck here together for now. We need to figure out how to get off this place.” Nora nodded weakly. “Do you think anyone’s coming for us?” “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But we can’t sit around waiting.” I got to my feet, my legs were shaking but I tried to maintain composure. “Let’s find food or water. We’ll need strength to survive.” I offered her a hand, and she took it, her grip surprisingly firm. I scanned the horizon, my eyes settling on a cluster of trees swaying gently in the breeze. My heart lifted at the sight of their green foliage, dotted with vibrant red fruits.

The sound of crickets and insects filled my ears, a little hum of life in the dark. I stopped at the edge of a clearing, scanning the trees in front of me. They had to be close. I could feel it. "Um, Queen—" Jake opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him with a finger to my lips. Then I heard the sound of footsteps heading our way, heavy fast and voice shouting through the tree. “Stop! It’s pointless running away from us!” "We have you guys surrounded!" Lights flickered through the branches, bouncing off the grass and bark. I snuck closer to the massive oak tree in front of me, resting my hand on its rough bark. The hanging moss obscure my view, but the footsteps were getting louder.

"Stop acting like you could survive a week, without us" "When you say us, you mean your money, food and shelter." "When I say us, I mean, you could impossibly live without a roof over your head" I said in return. "Okay, dad whatever you say. Stop at the next turn" Ruby said, and I took the last turn to the house of Kehna. Once I stopped, Ruby didn't think twice and got out of the car, she didn't think of waiting for us. The only thing we could do was yell her name for her to wait.

The dim light goes solid green, and a new thin thread snaps into place between Oregon and Appalachia, as if the two youngest Trees recognized each other. Wall that learned to be door, the network hums through the crown, amused. On the drive back to Duskbane, Silas is quiet, holding the white flower the cutting gave him. He does not put it in water. He tucks it behind Jonah’s ear when Jonah falls asleep against him.

I love her! I see Matthew staring at her ass. What a fucking pervert. I kill him first. If he touches what is mine. She mine! I growled out lou.d Matthew stops and looks around. He shook his shoulders and started walking again. I signed that was a close one, I got to be careful, or I get my girl hurt or worst get us both killed. Cherry POV: So, we stop at a beautiful big mansion , but it's not a mansion, it's a log cabin. He walks in with me over his shoulders still. This is gettingignorede.

She was smiling at him from the surface of the water. *“Don't just stand there, Rowan,”* her voice whispered in the wind. *“The world is waiting.”* Rowan looked up. A hundred miles away, in the center of the new world, a single, massive oak tree stood. It wasn't made of marble or silver. It was made of wood and leaf. And carved into the trunk, high enough for everyone to see, was a single word. **[START]** But as Rowan turned to join the others, he felt something cold in his pocket.

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End