They huddle beneath the sheltering branches, hidden from view by tangled growth. Soon they’ll have to move – their pursuers won’t have given up so easily – but for now they sleep in restless slumber, recovering their strength for the struggle ahead. Their dreams are haunted by dark figures who laugh as blood cascades over a barren landscape.
The spirit of the oak tree cradles them close, concealing their presence from any who might continue to search. Each anxious whimper is hushed by the whisper of wind through leaves; each fear is soothed as the oak’s indomitable strength, drawn from the depths of the earth, pours through them.
They’ll awaken refreshed and renewed, their hearts filled with all the courage and determination they’ll need to complete their quest.
Their benefactor’s role will pass unnoticed.
This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is trees.
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