Under The Oak Tree Season 1 の小説・ストーリー

- he admitted. - I understand.- I said, and suddenly something flashed through my mind.- You're the boy I saw then...- I said, and seeing Oliver's lost gaze, continued.- After first coming to this house, I touched the bark of an old oak that grows right next to the wall separating the forest from the house. When I do something like that, trees or other plants show me what they saw happening around them, in their lifetime.- I explained in more detail.- And the oak showed me your family, you, your sister... I didn't watch it till the end though, since I felt that the oak wanted to show me some bad events, so I didn't immediately associate it all with you.- I added later with a slight guilt wri

Suddenly, they were all healed. Meanwhile in a different scene, The other faceless figure, the one who had ventured into the forest, moved with a quiet determination through the dense undergrowth. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, but the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The figure walked with a strong sense of determination towards a specific tree, an ancient oak bearing strange orange fruit. He reached out and gently placed his moon chain against the trunk of the tree. The forest floor trembled. The surrounding trees seemed to sway in unison, as if acknowledging a powerful presence of the moon chain.

Amelia's POV As I made my way through the forest, the familiar sight of the towering oak tree greeted me like an old friend. Its gnarled branches reached out to me, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor as if beckoning me closer. With each step, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the tranquil air, a comforting melody that soothed my restless soul. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into a dappled mosaic of light and shadow, casting a sense of enchantment over the secluded grove where the ancient oak stood sentinel.

, he paused to take in the slaves awed expression and then he continued. " The Oak festival will be held at the Oak central, just metres away from The West Wing. Prepare yourselves for the weekend. As usual, the Oak will be filled with the royalties, the wealthy and the influential of Thores. Hail the Queen of The Oak!", he shouted the last sentence but their was only silence from us. My gaze met with Yun and he winked. But at that moment, he was the least of my problems. The festival was not a shock to me but I have not expected it to come so soon. My breath hitched as dread descended on me.

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

“When she gave you the ability to hide your scent, where did you go to ask her for help?” The woman glanced at Oliver, who looked as equally as baffled as she was. “That old oak tree.” She pointed to a large majestic tree, that sat directly at the edge of the clearing, we walked over to it and noticed a pattern carved deeply into the bark… “it’s the lunar cycle.” “The Luna oak!” Oliver quickly dropped to his knees in front of the tree out of respect. “I’ve only ever seen pictures… It’s said that the original lycans planted it, in respect of the goddess herself.” It was the perfect place for me to attempt to make contact again.

Oak is an expert at hiding such emotions from lingering in his voice, except for when he is angry. He needs to talk to Oak directly to get a better idea about the things. Maybe he also likes Phet and he is just hiding it, fearing his Dad. Aroon was so confused and shocked after talking to Oak yesterday that he couldn't go and talk to Dae or console him.

I am the same old me". Linking her arm in mine, we walked down the hallway. Then, finally, it was time for the ritual. The air was cool in Briarwood as we made our way to the sacred Oak Tree. Millions of stars were sprinkled over the black velvet sky, some large but most tiny pinpricks. The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night.

It was a majestic sight, ancient and powerful, with an aura of magic surrounding it. "This is it," I whispered, feeling a sense of awe and reverence. "We found it." The leader of the rogue werewolves stepped forward, placing a hand on the tree's trunk. "You have our permission," he said solemnly. "Take what you need, but remember—this tree is sacred. Do not harm it more than necessary." Nathanial and Leona moved to gather the heart of the tree, their movements careful and respectful. As they worked, I kept watch, feeling a strange mix of hope and fear. The journey had been long and perilous, but we were one step closer to protecting Silverwood Falls.

I opened my eyes. Mara was there. Not a vision this time. Solid. Standing under the tree with her hand on its trunk, her all-white hair moving though there was no wind, her white eyes kind. “You came,” she said. Behind me, outside the circle, I heard shouting. Howls, very close now. Jax shouting, “Stay back! She’s under Oak protection! Old law!” And Harlan’s voice, furious: “She’s my pack member! That tree is dead! Old law is dead!”