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But none of them felt composed and willing to take up the challenge of starting the task. Okayo stood still, feeling a cruel and urging incitement towards accepting the challenge. He remembered the words of his grandmother long ago: "One day, you will be a great leader, my grandson. When that time comes, remember this, a true leader is him who saves his people." Then he also remembered how courage had pushed him into doing impossible things in the past. He did not hesitate; he lunged forward and stood very close to the tree. His mother stared at him with a hand on her chest. Watching him stand over there gave her the creeps. "Oh my son!" she let it go with her breath. Okayo remained focused

He leads me deeper into the Ancient Heart, past the ceremonial stones used in pack rituals and toward the massive oak that stands at the very center – the First Tree, said to have been planted by the Moon Goddess herself when she blessed our kingdom with her favor. But as we approach, something feels wrong. The energy that usually emanates from the tree – warm, protective, life-affirming – is different now. Colder. Discordant. Noah stops abruptly, pointing to the base of the ancient oak. "Look." I step forward, my bare feet silent on the moss-covered ground. What I see makes my stomach churn.

"Meet me tonight at midnight. The old oak tree beside the river. The words made me shudder down my back. The old oak tree stood in a quiet area covered in murmurs and mysteries. Under the cover of darkness, lovers met here, their trysts kept from view. One thousand questions whirled around my head. What had Kavan planned for me? Was this a secret meeting, an opportunity to investigate the forbidden attraction buzzing between us? Alternatively, was it more of a sinister, a trap set by a wolf trying to take advantage of my weaknesses?

I knew he was supposed to be here. Thinking he was yet to come, I sat under the oak tree and waited for him. I kind of see why he liked this place, the cool breeze brushing against my skin was so calming, and the leaves on the oak tree rustled with the wind. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the calm environment. I think I was too engrossed in how good I was feeling that I did not know when I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I was moving in the air, my eyes immediately flew open, scared I was being kidnapped.

she asked for the third time, curiosity evident on her face. “Be patient, my dear,” I replied with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.” “You know I'm not good at being patient.” “Oh, I'm well aware,” I laughed. “Remember when you were waiting for the results of the Elder Council's test? You paced for three hours.” “That's different!” she protested. “That was about our future as—” She stopped as we rounded the last bend and the view spread out before us. A small meadow surrounded by tall trees, with a small river flowing on one side. In the middle of the meadow stood a huge, ancient oak tree—its branches spread wide, creating a perfect natural canopy.

The forest deepened as they moved, the air thick with age and memory. Kael could feel it even before he saw it — that hum, that pulse beneath the soil, like something old and sentient breathing in slow rhythm. The witches followed close behind him, their steps quiet, cautious, reverent. Then, at the heart of the grove, it appeared. The Ancient Oak Tree.

Narration by Sam. "Is that so, it's good that nothing bad happened to you." Her dad said. Sam didn't speak and just looked out the window. Then she speak again to her dad. "That's why I don't want to study of that school, dad. It's scary and the place is really scary, especially the tree house." Sam said seriously. "What's in the tree house?" Her dad asked. "They said it was the abode of souls. It was even called the devil tree house because of the devil's presence." Sam explains about the tree house.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

>Yohan I somehow made it to the forest and managed to drag myself to the biggest oak tree there was in the place. I had to walk a lot but as soon as I reached it I got some relief. The tree wasn’t just any normal tree. It was a dryad. In other words, a tree spirit. In big forests there is always one dryad which is also the gateway to the magical realm. The Dryad was old, about 900 years and had large branches spreading around it in every direction with thick bark. I walked up to it and laid against it as Dryad began to identify me. As it incurred that I was not human and was injured it decided to provide some support.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End