Pick a Word, Paint a Story #14 || 20/03/2k25
Hello Steemit Community
With the blessing of God, it's Mohammad Arslan and I am from Pakistan and today I am participating in this amazing, wonderful, fantastic and epic and very unique concept of contest that is created by @senehasa. I'm very impressed by the topic which she provided us and the topic is PICK A WORD, PAINT A STORY. In this contest there are three words provided by the creator and we choose only one of them to create a story, article or any other type of writing skills. So the words are HEART, LADDER, and BOTTLE.So I am choosing for this contest the word HEART. I hope you like it and appreciate it.
The Heart of the Woodland
Deep inside the old forest of Eldenvale, where towering oaks whispered privileged insights to the wind, there beat a covered up wonder—the Heart of the Woodland. Legends talked of a colossal tree, its bark sparkling like silver, its roots laced with enchantment more seasoned than time itself.
Few had ever seen it, and those who did never returned the same. A few claimed it allowed intelligence, others whispered that it tried the souls of those who looked for it. Among the devotees was a youthful botanist named Elias, whose passing on mother had asked him to discover the Heart, for its substance was said to recuperate any ailment.
Armed with nothing but a calfskin travel bag and his immovable resolve, Elias wandered into the profundities of Eldenvale. The more profound he strolled, the more the discuss thickened with the fragrance of soil and puzzle. Vines twisted like fingers, and inconspicuous eyes appeared to observe his each move.
Days passed, and weariness clawed at him. Fair as lose hope started to settle in, he bumbled upon a clearing showered in brilliant light. There, towering over all, stood the Heart of the Woodland. Its trunk beat delicately, as in spite of the fact that lively, and a warm vitality murmured through the discuss.
Elias ventured forward, putting his palm against the old bark. A voice, not one or the other male nor female, resounded in his intellect.
"To take, one must grant."
His heart beat. He had nothing to offer but himself. Bringing down his head, he whispered, “Take anything you must, but it would be ideal if you, spare my mother.”
The tree's shine heightens, roots coiling around his feet. A surge of warmth filled his chest, and for a minute, he felt as if he had gotten to be portion of something tremendous and interminable. At that point, a single blood red leaf floated down into his palm, beating with life.
Staggering back, Elias felt lighter, however something inside him had changed. When he at long last returned domestic, he brewed the leaf into a tonic and encouraged it to his mother. Her pale skin flushed with warmth, her breath steadied, and inside hours, she was sitting upright, as if renewed.
But Elias never talked of what he had misplaced. Profound in his chest, where his pulse once rang solid, there was presently as it were a calm resound, as if the Heart of the Timberland had taken a piece of his soul in return.
In the end I'm also invited @beemengine, @kamrulkhan and @rmj and very thankful of the creator who created this amazing contest.
With warm,
@mohammad1076