Under The Oak Tree Season 5 Novels & Stories

Ayla and Rhobart ate in silence while they listened to the women talking or watched couples dancing. Minutes before midnight Rhobart stood and looked at Ayla, “We should go see the winter oak tree. You will love it.” Ayla looked at her mother, and Queen Lavia nodded. Rhobart grabbed Ayla by her hand, and together with Kerra, they made their way to where the old winter oak tree was. “Rho,” Ayla said when they stopped close to the tree. “Why are we looking at an old tree?” Rhobart chuckled. “You will see when it is midnight. I am sure you are going to love it.”

“Glee . . . shit.” Another tremor jolted them, and the centuries-old cottonwood tree—the only thing left out there—twisted and leaned, losing its foothold on the remainder of the crumbling bank. Slipping away. Richard felt something at his elbow. This time it was Owen tugging at him, a clogged warning in his throat. Pulling him back from the decimated park area. Toward the waiting vehicle. “Daddeee . . . ” Katie fretted. Richard took heed and went.

Then Amber felt it too. “What is that?” “I think the tree is trying to communicate with us.” “What?” Amber looked shocked. “Let’s just go see.” Isabella continued up to the top and stood under the tall oak. She looked at the leaves and half rotten acorns around its base. “It’s a black oak.” She whispered to Amber. “How can you tell?” “You have to look at the leaves and the acorns. Those are black oak leaves and acorns.” “Okay.” Amber looked up at the tree.