No. 584

The tree stood apart from the others in the grove but was, on the surface, completely unremarkable.

“I’ve been studying it for weeks, and there is only one thing that I’m certain of,” I heard myself admitting. “The roots go all the way down.”

“All the way?” she asked, unsure if she had heard correctly.

“Straight through the heart,” I confirmed.

“Then there are others,” she said. “There has to be.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “Six more.”

“They must be found,” she said.

“The Sentinels of the Earth,” I whispered. “The legends were true.”