Mystics of the Light

Autumn's Past

The colorful home.

Destroyed and forever forgotten. The place where a Mystic of the Light used to live. A place where my mother grew up. A place that I will make sure to repair, when this entire desperate moment is over. I felt a hand on my shoulder, which got me out of my train of thought.

"You alright?" Aspen asked.

"Uh, yeah," I answered, "Just..... thinking a bit."

"Of your mother's home, I suppose?"

I nodded my head. I looked at the satchel, Aspen gave me, and took out the photograph of my mom.

"This, along with a couple other pictures, was the thing I took. I mean, I also took the lantern but I had to take this with me too."

Aspen leaned over a bit, to capture a bit of the encased picture. Before he could make a comment on it, we arrived back at the Pixie Forest. A few pixies were flying around, leaving behind their trail of pixie dust as they went by. One bumped into me and apologized in their usual squeaky voice.

We stopped in front of a HUGE oak tree. It twisted and turned in all directions and the branches flew outwards with the wind. It was like the tree was dancing slightly with it's leaves. A small jingle made me go out of my train of thought.

"World to Reese," Lilac said, knocking on my head, "You there or are you back in the real world?"

"Hmm?" I said, back to attention, "Oh, I'm just marveling over this tree. It's gorgeous!"

"Heh, this is one of the dead trees," Aspen said.

Val and I looked at Aspen, shocked.

"What do you mean dead?" Val asked.

"I mean, they can't move, speak, or anything else. We call them 'dead trees' but some say that they're just not able to do anything because they're becoming a part of the Spirit World. They say that if you listen closely to the wind, you can hear their soft faint voices."

I closed my eyes and listen to the rustling of the leaves. I heard soft whistles, and a faint greeting.

"Whoa," I breathed, "That's amazing."

"For it certainly is," said a female voice.

I looked up but saw no one. Was I talking to the oak tree?

"Who is this?" I whispered.

"For I'm the oak tree you see," the voice replied, "For I'm not dead like the plant people think. I'm just in my reforming state."

"Uh, Reese?" Rose said, "You okay?"

I held my finger up to where her voice was, seeing how my eyes were still closed. She became hushed and let me continue.

"Val?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Could you close your eyes and just concentrate on the wind for a sec?"

"S-sure? I guess."

I slightly opened my left eye, and I saw Val's hands glow with a blue light.

"Val-" I began.

"Sh! I'm talking to this oak tree," she interrupted.

"Val, your hands!"

She opened her eyes and held up her illuminating hands. She stepped back slightly, and before any of us knew it, Val's hand shot out this baby blue light, and everything in it's path turned more..... beautiful!