Under The Oak Tree Ep 1 소설 & 이야기

Alistair said the Tree eats civilizations. He was wrong. It eats intention. And we just fed it hope. The crown blazes. Not heavy. Right. I look at the camera one last time. “Your move,” I say. And cut the feed. The first family crosses the gate. Duskbane gets bigger.

ELEANOR When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a big oak tree. Grass pricked my ears, letting me know I'd been lying on the ground under this oak tree for goddess knows how long. Streaks of sunlight pressed against my face warmly, compelling me too move to take in my surroundings. My brows furrow instantly when I realize I wasn't in the Red Silverwood Pack territory.

“Becca…” “I wasn’t trying to trick you,” I said quickly. “I know how it sounds. I know it was reckless and illegal and everything you’d never expect from me. But gods, Rhys—I was so tired. Of waiting.” Rhys didn’t say anything. His hand tightened at my waist, but not roughly. I swallowed the knot rising in my throat. “You remember the oak tree behind the old armory? The one the palace gardeners always complained about?” Rhys huffed a breath, a sound almost like a laugh. “You mean the one you fell out of trying to steal Queen Omara’s lemon tarts?”

Albrey immediately leans toward the person and blows warm air into Oakley's ears, making the person jump slightly. Albrey arches his brows and licks the person's ears naughtily before questioning in a husky and deep low voice, “Little Oak tree, what are you thinking?” The calmness that Oakley has just recovered immediately dissipates into the wind, and his face turns red. Oakley raises his hands and hurriedly rubs his red ears. “I. I. I…” he stammers anxiously, his eyes darting around as if looking for help. Once his eyes land on the soap, Oakley raises it up and hurriedly says, “Will wash now.”

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."

[So as I was saying, those oak trees were capable of predicting the future. Nero gave his master a side glance to check if she had any plans to interrupt him again. It was only when he confirmed that Audrey was already behaving like a good child, did he went on telling his story again. By that time, only the sound of Nero' soft meowing, as well as the sound made by the turning of the pages of the book, could be heard in the library. "MEOW... MEOW... MEOW... MEOW.." [One day, one of the talking oak trees saw that one from my race, the antediluvian cats, will going to bring utter distraction to the world by releasing all the creatures of the dark from their restriction.]

As they attack the Beedrills Lauren helps the old man get up, he returns his pokemons back to their Pokeball and escapes while the Beedrills are still distracted by the explosion, Lauren takes the old man behind a big bush and hide inside it until the Beedrills go away Lauren 'These Beedrills are really annoying' he curses inside his head Oak "Thanks, Young man for helping me" I look at this old man and I know who this is, he is professor Oak Lauren "Its ok mister but how did you get yourself in this trouble?" Oak "You see I was monitoring this new colony of Beedrills leaving hear, but by mistake snapped a twig under my foot so they became alerted and started chasing after me" Lauren "Ah, I

Let's do it,' she finally replied, her nod rippling through Sebastian like a wave of euphoria. Hand in hand, their footsteps synced with an electric energy, as they dove headfirst into the depths of the forest. The dense foliage whispered secrets as they weaved through the trees, the air carrying the scent of earth and adventure. Their pace quickened until they reached a secluded clearing graced by the majestic presence of an ancient oak tree. A wave of solemnity washed over Sebastian as he turned his back, respecting Eva's need for privacy.

>>Adam I stared at the Dryad in disbelief with my butt flat on the ground and leaves stuck in my hair. Did she really just throw me out? Did I say anything wrong? I stood up and gaped at the Oak tree. Is she angry because I said I was sorry? I was sorry though… I can’t believe I made such a huge mistake. While still staring at the Oak tree I thought about it. She returned my feelings didn’t she? Or was it just a drunken mistake?