Under The Oak Tree Riftan Pov Novels & Stories

*Back At The Inner Grove* Back beneath the massive, split tree, Crystal stiffened. She felt it, something wasn't right. Ryder noticed too. He stood straighter. “Something’s changed.” Veen stepped forward, her voice no longer calm. “She’s here.” Ryder’s head snapped towards her. “Elira?” The trees groaned softly. “No,” Veen said, “not her. Not fully.” A scout came bursting into the grove, blood streaking down one side of his face, his breathing ragged. “A rift—” he gasped. “It opened… on the northern edge. Smoke… burning… and something came through.”

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "You're a shriveled up, old hag now, so it makes sense that you don't understand what a privilege it is to serve the divine tree. I'll definitely satisfy it. You agree with me, don't you, Mr. Holton?" Isaac nodded vigorously. Using the saplings around us as cover, he ran his greasy hand along my thigh. The woman's face turned a ruddy red when she realized that she couldn't win the argument against me. She lowered her head and continued working. I scoffed. Joy bubbled in my heart when I thought of all the rumors about the divine tree. Our village was located in the east of a massive mountain. A forest stood in the mountain. The trees were so tall that they disap

The rift part 1: At the opening of the rift POV: “This is as far as we can go unfortunately. The rift is up ahead, there is a cave off to the right behind a big tree trunk. Once you go into the cave you will see the Rift it is a glowing red portal.” The white-haired witch said pointing at this big tree up head. We couldn’t see a damn thing in this wintery hell fire. “Why do we have to always walk into or go into the most haunted places. When I tell you this goes against everything that is black in us, we mean that shit.” Mina said as we tried to see anything instead of blackness and snow slapping us in the face. “I don’t care where it is at this point as long as it’s warm. This shit is for

“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.

"Okay. Bye, Zoey! " "Bye, Herbie." Zoey and I continued on our way to the guardrail guarded by the same old man before. Zoey told him something, and the old man let us through. As before, he wrote something down in his book. Zoey was still holding my arm when we got under the fig tree. At night, this tree looks frightening by many dangling roots. However, I could feel an aura of warmth radiating from this tree. When I decided to stop, Zoey turned her head.

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.