Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel Novels & Stories

The second the final bell rings, he’s waiting by my locker. Rowan (quiet): “Orchard. Now. Bring the fox if you want. The rest stay topside.” Kayo follows without asking. The world folds. We step out under the cedar tree in the mist-space. Dacia is already there, arms crossed, looking exactly like me at sixteen except for the weight of eight thousand years in her eyes. Rowan bows—actually bows—to her. Rowan: “First Queen.” Dacia (dry): “Still not my title, monk.

[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.]

The path beneath their feet grew uneven, the forest growing thicker and more ancient as they walked, until they arrived at the base of the oldest oak tree in Valenwood. The massive oak towered above them, its gnarled branches stretching out like protective arms, creating a canopy that filtered the moonlight. Caius stopped beneath the tree, his shoulders tense as he exhaled a slow breath. Lira stood beside him, unsure of what to say, the weight of the prophecy hanging between them.

The universe trembled. Not from power. Not from destruction. Not from war. Recognition. Something impossibly ancient had awakened beneath the Last Tree. And it knew Nova's name. Silence spread through the Graveyard Beyond Creation. The endless dead universes surrounding them became still. The lights hanging from the branches of the Last Tree glowed softly. Each light a memory. Each memory a life. Each life a story that had once existed. The traveler stood beneath the colossal tree. Simple.

The man said weakly as he held out his hand. As everyone minus Jill reached out their hands to help him a smile creeped up on his face and Jill knowing something bad would happen and couldn’t stop it in time so she grabbed his hand as well and, in a flash, they were gone. The box itself that Jill was worried about had also disappeared and in a sudden flash of lightning the great infamous oak tree of Oaken Hills was struck.

The moment we crossed the threshold, the world transformed. The endless sea vanished. The gray sky disappeared. In its place, we stood beneath an immense celestial tree. Its trunk was larger than mountains. Its branches stretched across infinity. Half its leaves glowed with brilliant silver light. The other half were black as midnight. Light and darkness existed together without conflict. Without war. Without fear. "It's beautiful," Wesley whispered. "It shouldn't exist." "It once did." The voice came from ahead. An old man sat beneath the tree. He wore simple white robes, with no crown, no armor, and no weapon. His long silver hair rested across his shoulders, and his eyes held both gold an

The morning air should have been sweet. It should have tasted like the promise of a new life. But as the sun rose over the First Den, the sky took on a dull, metallic sheen. The golden wheat fields were no longer dancing. They stood still, as if they were afraid to move. In the center of the valley, the Great Oak Tree stood tall. Its leaves were a deep, vibrant violet, pulsing with the soft rhythm of Kaima’s heartbeat. She was the wind. She was the soil. Every breath the wolves took was a gift from her.

The white tree was there too, smaller now, but still standing. A pup asked him: “Were the old wolves stupid? To fight over trees?” Oka laughed. “No, baby. They were brave. They taught us that choice isn’t between right and wrong. It’s between different kinds of right.” “What kind are you?” the pup asked. Oka looked at his moon. Pink, with one white spot. “I’m a Thorn who takes naps under white leaves. What kind are you?” The pup thought hard. “I’m both too.”

Rowan said, pointing through the trees. Kael rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "We stay together." Nobody argued. We followed the sound. The forest changed as we walked. The pines gave way to older trees. Their branches spread so wide that the sunlight barely reached the ground. The air smelled of wildflowers. Then... I saw it. An oak tree. Its trunk split into two before reaching the branches. The same tree from my mother's drawing. "The orchard," Elias whispered. No one moved.