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Chapter 4
Isabella POV (Thousands of years ago)
In a time of tranquility and balance, I existed as one among many guardians tasked with ensuring harmony and respect among all life. I remember being birthed beneath the sheltering embrace of the willow, a tender seedling nurtured by its branches. As light struggled through the foliage, a faint touch from the willow's tendrils sparked a white glow, forming hands, legs, and a figure in a billowy white dress. My first shaky breaths fell to my knees before the ancient tree.
The rings of a tree reveal its age, but each ring also bears witness to the greatest tales of love, heartache, and wars, etched by the passing seasons.
As I gazed upon the vibrant glow surrounding the tree, a voice emerged. "Hello, my child," echoed through the forest, yet I saw no other figure but the tree itself. "Do not fear, for I am Mother Willow," the tree spoke. Confused, I queried, "Mother Willow?" Unaccustomed to the term or what I was, I felt a deep connection to everything around me—the fish in the nearby stream, a bear scratching its back, birds nesting above in the tallest trees.
"I granted you life, and thus, I am Mother," the tree explained. "Why give me life?" I inquired. Brightening, images emerged from the tree trunk. I witnessed my struggles as a sapling, taking root in the damp earth, growing tenacious against the odds, thriving with minimal nourishment from the sun's fleeting rays.
"You weathered floods and dry days, never faltering. That's when I knew you were the one," the tree declared. Confused by 'the one,' I sought clarification. "I've nurtured life in this forest, waiting for the one who'd succeed me," the tree explained further. "I don't understand," I confessed. "Come, sit with me, let our spirits intertwine," the ground shook as roots rose and shaped a circle, free of dirt.
As I settled amidst the roots, vibrant green moss and blossoms sprouted. "Close your eyes, feel my presence, let our energies intertwine," the tree urged. Amidst a misty field, I began sensing a shared energy. Gradually, the mist cleared, revealing barren land and a radiant figure. "This is your chosen canvas, barren and desolate," a shimmering figure declared. "It is where I shall draw life, my prison of wonders," responded the familiar voice.
Suddenly, I recognized her—it was Mother Willow, resplendent in flowing auburn hair, eyes like leaves, and luminescent skin. She was adorned in a gown spun from gold. "I shall make my home here," she declared, holding a swirling red orb.
"Will this be our last meeting, sister?" shimmering lights inquired.
Mother Willow raised her palm, releasing the orb. "May your journey be safe; seek only when the stars call," she bid farewell as the lights soared skyward, leaving behind a seedling. Rooting herself above it, she transformed into thick roots, branches reaching skyward. Grass sprouted, trees flourished, streams flowed—creating the forest.
"Dost thou see how the forest was formed?" Mother Willow asked. Confused, I questioned my presence there.
"Didst thou not witness?" she pressed. Suddenly, it struck me—I remembered the words spoken during the departure: "May your journey be safe; seek only when the stars call." "Thou wert his final gift to me, summoned by the stars," Mother Willow confirmed, hinting at imminent events.
As the time draws near, I pray for the strength to face what lies ahead.
Author notes:
I took inspiration from Pocahontas and the Mother willow tree...
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