The Crone Tree
Sure, Live Oak trees are commonplace but not all of them were planted and tended by the Ancestors to hide a portal to the underworld.
“Come to me, my children, come.
Take shelter in my arms.”
Just a whisper heard on the wind.
“Rush now, my children, into my embrace.
I will keep you safe from harm.”
The Crone Tree beckons urgently from the beyond.
Her gnarled fingers grasp the ground.
Across the field, her branches reach.
A screen of woven leaves she grows.
Until her ancient limbs are locked and bound.
When danger comes to claim the land.
She keeps her wards from sight.
Rooted in two worlds, her dryad spirit lies.
Through darkest night, she creaks and bends.
Until they return unto the light.
About the Creator
Natalie Demoss
Single mom to an Autistic child and budding author and artist finally following my dreams. The hand drawn art on my stories is my own.
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Compelling and original writing
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I really love this one, Natalie!