Under The Oak Tree Riftan Pov Romane & Geschichten

Ancient patterns that felt familiar to her somehow, though she couldn’t recogniz what it was. At the center of the chamber stood a pool. Perfectly still. Its water reflected no ceiling, but… stars. An endless night sky underground in the heart of the kingdom. And yet Bina told her that The Everlasting Tree had been dying for years. It sure didn’t look like it to Maya. Instead, it looked more than alive. It looked like the entire world itself. Maya approached carefully. The water remained undisturbed despite her footsteps. She knelt, looked into its surface. Instead of her reflection, she saw a younger girl. Barefoot. Running through endless meadows. Laughing. Wildflowers blooming wherever ti

“Ms. Rebecca ran over Ms. Sophia on North Park Avenue. When we arrived, Ms. Sophia was already dead at the scene. “Witnesses reported a dispute between Ms. Rebecca, Ms. Sophia, and Mr. Ethan at the roadside. “Ms.Rebecca then drove into Ms. Sophia, killing her. When we arrived, Mr. Ethan was holding Ms. Sophia’s body.” I looked at Mom. She laughed triumphantly as she muttered to herself, “Dad, I avenged you! Hahaha, I avenged you…”

Rowan’s POV I sat with my back against the same oak tree I’d leaned on for four days straight, one knee drawn up, forearm resting across it. The bark had worn a permanent groove in my cloak. My stomach had long since stopped growling. Now, it just ached in quiet protest. The dead-end clearing looked exactly the same as it had yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. It was made of thick pines, fallen needles, no tracks, and no scent beyond this point. I had circled this spot so many times I could walk it blindfolded. I had clawed at roots, sniffed every inch of bark, shifted, and shifted again until my muscles trembled. Nothing.

He huffs sardonically. Dev pats him on the shoulder. “None of us are. Have you looked around? We are all on the outside. This Rift has an agenda. I don’t see Marietta or Brianna. They are the only people we can’t account for right now.” “That doesn’t mean they aren’t here though. I have a feeling the Rift shows us what it wants us to see. We were knocked out for a bit when we first came through the tree line. I saw a bunch of people, I assume witches, dancing around a fire. Maybe a ritual of some kind. Then spells flying everywhere.” Jax walks up with three more warriors in tow.

She could feel it now, its presence curling around her like invisible tendrils, whispering at the edges of her mind. You are not ready. But you will be. Lena clenched her jaw and pushed forward. The trees thinned, and suddenly, the landscape opened into a vast, rocky expanse. A jagged tear split the earth ahead, shimmering with an unnatural glow. The Rift. It wasn’t just a portal—it was a wound in reality itself. Dorian let out a low whistle. “Yep. That looks like a really bad idea.” Cassian ignored him, his eyes locked onto the Rift. His grip tightened around his sword. “Are you sure about this, Lena?”

I closed my eyes tightly, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to escape my fatal blow, even with this flimsy shield around me. “Freida Ruckstov!” my mother yelled as she dived in front of me. No no no no no! “Mother!”, a wrenched cry croaked from my dry throat. Pain erupted from the wound in my chest. And I couldn’t tell if it was from the open wound where I had been impaled, or the internal wound that my mother just tore through me. Her body fell unto the ground, just at the foot of my bed, and I raced against my body to catch her. A hole had been blasted through her chest, blood pooled all around her, soaking into her ginger hair. Time slowed down as I hugged her with all my heart and strength

“But the oak tree is also like the iroko. They are both strong and have unique qualities. The only difference is that the iroko can last 1500 years while the oak can only last like 600 years. But even at that, none is superior to the other. They are both kings. So Griffin is right too, yeah?” The polite and jovial way Carlton analyzed the tree theories to both griffin and Andre is so emulative. Both griffin and Andre nods. I’m also quite proud of Andre for his knowledge at his age and undermining his poor health condition. Gavin, Grayson and Gianna just stay quiet as the altercation goes on. They are only just standing at the barricades gawking at the magnificence of the Oak tree. After watc

"I must know if this menial has anything to do with the invasion. Was that part of their plan? To get my mate outside to where she could be captured. However, who tipped over the wagon cart? Raiven, when I arrived at the place where she was found, I noticed the tree was not on top of the wagon. Did you pull it off?" "No, I did not move the tree," Raiven responded in a curious tone. "I am not sure who did, but the tree was removed prior to my arrival. And, there was no one in the area when I got there. However, when you left, Riot inspected the area and came to the base of a very old and very large oak tree. He seemed to think there was something in the tree, but we could not really see anyth

I drop my head a little, pricking my ears and glancing around us—not just to make sure there was no sign of Amora, but to try to pinpoint the rift. I think it’s close, I say. Frost? He tends to be the one most in tune to the energy around rift areas. These are areas where the veil between the shadow realm and the earthly realm are thin, and where we could possibly create a tear in the fabric between worlds to bring the shadows over to this plane of existence. We came across this particular rift on the way to the Tree of Life, where we retrieved the sap we needed to complete the potion that saved Frost’s life.