CHAPTER 6
THIRD PERSON
Spring time.
It was another part of her job.
It was her job to spread the greenery. She and Mother Nature had an agreement. Since she had the ability of plant manipulation, she agreed to help Mother Nature in spreading the greenery. And in return, Mother Nature would help in her in her book spreading or something. And it was spring, her busiest time of the year. Honestly, it wasn't a hard job. She liked it, in fact. She got to see new places, new knick knacks. And she found new hiding places.
She loved hiding places. When she needed to zone out from the world, she would go to her favorite places. Where she would curl up in a ball and forget about all her troubles. Where she would need some alone time. Where she could scream out all her sorrows away. Where she could feel like she had someone with her.
Her burrow was her 2nd favorite place in the world.
What was her 1st favorite place?
It was a Grand Oak Tree. It was hidden in the deep recesses of the wood. It was the tallest among the cluster of trees. Its bark was hard and sturdy, despite how long it had been there.
Why was her favorite place there?
The tree was connected to her. It was the heart of her burrow. Whatever happens to the tree, it would happen to her. Without the tree, her Burrow would collapse. The tree would stay on the face of this earth as long as she was alive.
The tree held many memories. Good and bad, altogether. She'd been hanging out on the tree since she was a kit. The tree was near her village. This is where she and her brother usually played. They would climb up and pick the sweet apples. They would try to build a fort up there but failing. She would tell him stories up there.
And it was the last place she and her brother saw each other.
But now, she was alone.
Now she was here, her plant reproducing job was done, and she's tired from the hopping around. Knowing she could have peace there, she went to her Oak Tree. Now, she was sitting on a thick branch at the topmost of the tree. Her back was resting against the trunk. Her leg was swinging off the branch 80 feet off the ground. Her body relaxed, her other leg crossed.
Sometimes she would close her eyes and wish. She hoped that when she opened them, her family would silently materialize beside her. But every nightmare she had, she would always wake up screaming but find out that waking up doesn't help.
She looked around her. The cluster of trees surrounded her Oak. The sunlight streamed through the branches. A few bird calls rang in her sensitive ears. But despite all that, she was all alone.
It was quiet.
The silence disturbed her. Even though she barely spoke, even though she barely talked. The only sound she usually made is her flute.
But the silence still disturbed her.
Before she knew it, she was singing.
"There's a song that's inside… of my soul."
She can't seem to clamp her mouth shut. Her voice surprised her. It was… beautiful. Her melodious voice rang throughout the forest, silencing the birds. She felt… free. She missed her voice; she missed the way of talking.
"It's the one that I've tried… to write over and over again."
She noticed a few plants start to sprout near the tree, and on the tree. A flowered vine slithered around the branch that she sat on. "So I can make plants grow with my voice…" her mind said. Well, that would make things easier.
"I'm awake in the infinite cold…"
She wondered how she could remember the song. She only watched 'A Walk to Remember' once. Still, her mouth shaped the words perfectly.
Smiling, she continued the song.
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Bunnymund's search for the 'Yellow Bunny' continues.
Although the mysterious scent that he found in his Warren was instantly gone, he still pondered on what it was. He searched, and sure there wasn't any of the said plant in his Warren.
Now, he was in an unknown forest. Well, it wasn't unknown to HIM. He heard of an old Pookaranian village near this forest. Sure enough, there was. Assented buildings, decayed carcasses, he immediately left. The memories burned brightly in his mind.
He was about to leave and give up when-
"There's a song that's inside… of my soul."
He perked up on the voice. It seemed near and… beautiful. His ears picked up on it and sure enough, the voice belonged to a female. It wasn't far from where he was standing.
"It's the one that I've tried… to write over and over again."
He immediately hopped forward. His ears were his GPS, the voice was his destination, and his body was his car. He doesn't know why he was so determined to know who this voice belonged to. Well, it was no biggie. He just wanted to snag a glance and be on his way…
Right?
"I'm awake in the infinite cold…"
The voice seemed to be nearer now. He could see a giant tree in the distance, and the voice seemed to be coming from it.
He reached a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, there was a giant tree. Literally giant. The voice seemed to be heeded upwards. Looking up, he saw a figure up on a branch. He hid in the bushes, trying to be concealed. He could barely see it, but he saw a leg swinging off the branch. The voice definitely belonged from the figure.
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"But you sing to me over… and over and over again…"
She smiled at her voice. Her mouth formed the words that she had forgotten to pronounce. She wondered how she remembered how to speak. But the words that came out of her mouth soothed her, and so, she continued her song.
"So I lay… my head… back down…"
"And I lift… my hands and pray… to be only yours…"
"I pray… to be only yours…"
"I know now you're my only… hope."
She ended the song with a flourish. Her smile was wider than the Pacific Ocean.
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He was hypnotized.
The voice was so beautiful that it was too unrealistic.
He found himself leaning on a bush, looking up at the figure dreamily as he listened on.
Just then, the Northern Lights streamed through the lights in different beautiful colors. He was needed at The Pole.
With a sigh, he tapped his foot on the ground and down he dived in one of his tunnels.
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