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"The Council, the guards, the whispers of the pack... it's all gone. Just you, Audrey. I only hear you." "We're just... us," she said, leaning her forehead against his. "Just us," he agreed. "And a kingdom that needs to learn how to cook its own breakfast." They walked out onto the balcony, looking over the valley. The change was visible in every leaf and stone. The World-Oak was no longer a glowing beacon of god-like power; it had become a magnificent, ancient tree—its emerald leaves a natural, deep forest green. Below, in the courtyard, the transition was happening.

I was feeling a burning sensation all over my body and couldn't wait to get home. I began to make my way through the woods, careful this time to avoid the bush and instead pushing them away to make way for my movements. I came to a big oak tree that I had not noticed earlier in my flight through the bushes. This was where I usually always found Flora with her notebook scribbling away. “What are you always writing in there?” I would ask. “Things you would never understand Ari”, was always the reply. I would pretend to be hurt by this and sometimes even attempt to pull the book away from her but I didn't really care. I just found it fun.

" He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red. Rust-colored. He blew it up the shaft. "Go," he whispered. "Blight the roots. Starve the Stone." THE BLIGHT MAYA’S P.O.V. I sat in the branches of the Great Oak the Martha Tree on the porch of the farmhouse ruins (now a shrine in the middle of the city). I was listening to the roots. Usually, the roots sang. They hummed with water and nitrogen and life. Tonight, they were screaming. Thirst. Thirst. Thirst.

My physical body may have been healed, but my mama would take a very long time to regenerate. She encouraged me to spend more time in nature, and told me that my mama would regenerate faster if I did. And that was exactly what I did. I spent my time going for runs, or studying the spell book under a tree. Today, that was exactly what I was doing. I sat under an oak tree, which was beside a large field blessed with beautiful flowers. The weather was nice, as the sun was out and the sky was blue. Wind blew past me, rustling leaves on the large tree, causing a leaf to land on the spell book.

“Ethan, Mom, let’s hurry and board. I’ve been looking forward to going to Moonlake for so long…” After a clamor of background noise, Ethan finally responded. “Dad, what are you doing? What benefit is Charlotte giving you that makes you help her like this? “A ridiculous lie like this—and you’re going along with her! She has no brains, and yet you follow her lead…” Dad quickly interrupted him. “Ethan, I’m dead serious. Your Grandpa is sitting in the courthouse right now.

OLIVIA JUNE Oak Mountain School is renowned for its picturesque mountain setting, and I have chosen to complete my final months of senior year there. I have a boyfriend at the school, though we are in different classes. We used to share our lunchtimes and enjoyed spending our free time engaging in sports, watching movies, or exploring the areas surrounding our former school. Now, we are both students at Oak Mountain School. I informed my boyfriend, Jerry, that we would meet up at school since my mother and I had some shopping to do before heading to my new school for the remainder of the year.

I was bleeding, was this how I was going to bleed to death and die, a miserable death with no one to rescue me. "Ahhh." I winced in pain and noticed the sharp behind my leg, I slowly bent down to see what bit me, unknowingly a log fell on my head and I blacked out. ***Three Years Later****

Nova smiled. “The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary.” After the unveiling, the crowd lit candles, one by one, and circled the oak tree like they had for generations. The tree glowed, the roots bathed in gold, the wind wrapping itself around old names and new stories. Grace whispered into the air: “Still us. Always.” Late into the night, Nova sat at the base of the oak tree alone, journal in her lap. She wrote: Tonight, I saw the fire come home.

As soon as the car stopped rolling, Dominic gave Leesa a quick thumbs up—the signal they had agreed on that she should proceed as planned. She grabbed the ivory box from her bag and got out of the car. After waiting for a truck to flash by, she hurried across the road and found the spot Dominic had described to her. The old oak tree—almost twice as thick as any of its neighbors—was just barely visible from the highway. Its gnarled branches spread wide in every direction, and Leesa could imagine the huge canopy of shade they would provide when the leaves grew back. She imagined the tree had probably been left standing sometime far back in the past while its neighbors were felled for lumber an

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?