TREES!

He stood still in the thicket with the dreadful feeling that he was trapped. His intuit just wasn’t into it anymore. His animal desire to flee would not peak; he realized he wanted to fight because running was definitely out of the question . . . The ‘inner communion’ warns that someone dangerous was behind him. Very close! And something was over his head also. He dare not look sideways for fear of losing his bearing to counteract the deadly force he felt coalescing behind him. There was no detectable movement behind him. He just felt the threat. Now he finally realized there was no mysterious plant in the direction of the canopy in which he was staring. It was not necessary for him to be hiding, or taking a circuitous path. The mystifying Regenerator has transformed . . . now he was about to meet his nemesis! Instantly the whole canopy started flexing with a gyrating multi-axes motion . . . resembling a mesh of uneven spaced visual magnetic lines . . . radiating into a pulsating sphere.  He was surprised that the other simple trees and soil would play a part. Something strange happens: an overhead light energy source warped his vision, placing him in a state of dizziness. He stumbled while trying to retain his balance right in the direction of a beautiful woman with raised arm. A closer look showed there was a stout brown branch in her left hand. Now he foolishly wondered who she is. And what is she doing with that branch. A bit too heavy for her anyway . . . She is looking up in the canopy with concerns on her face. Her balance is intact. The trees are struggling and crackling, more as if wailing, but they are protecting her. The blue light within their containment capsule played with the colors of her clothing . . . He believes the dress is a camouflage suit. It is not green or gray but one of those indefinable colors he cannot presently deciphers. Anyway, he quickly tells himself that deciphering her color scheme is trivial; he has a job to be done. The dizziness left him, but he is still drained. He arose to challenge his enemy, but she slowly lowered the branch and fleetingly looked at him with disinterest. Her attention was riveted above the trees. There was something there. Much more challenging to her than he was. He looked up and sees the gaseous asymmetrical shapes floating outside the canopy. He briefly watched them thinking of tadpoles being spawned in a river . . . Here there were no black shapes within their individual thin sheath-like membrane, just singular floating, whitish translucent, and shroud-like shapes being busied with maintaining what appears to be a white, spherical, pulsating and rotating net. He was inside this net! She was too, but who cares about her? The strings on the complex net rapidly become denser, and quickly changed into a transparent bubble. It dawned on him they were prisoners inside this transparent bubble. That may be so he thinks, but first he has to take care of the immediate business inside here. He reasoned if he does not accomplish his task while she is distracted that he would not have a chance later. He grabbed a low branch with a vengeance to swing at her head. As he closed in on her she saw him an instant before contact. Just before a wave of violet light shredded the branch and rendered him helpless. It almost atomized him he thinks. He went down in slow motion wondering who was her helper. Was that a look of understanding on her face! He was perplexed. “What is happening?” he muttered while fighting to regain his balance. She stumbled and the trees wailed. The probing blue light energy changing from blue to many other colors, and partially covers her struggling body. He can feel its damaging effects on him also. She definitely is in peril. He laughed thinking she will go before him, but there is something strange here. Who are his new friends up there? There is a tear in her right eye, and her camouflage dress is being gradually burnt away . . . the trees are been destroyed also. The gradual erosion of her attire is so similar to the situation that befalls his young friends when they came under the influence of these same Plants. His friends just gradually wither away in so many piles of compost. He watched her writhing with agony, and is gloomily reminded that these same Trees, now struggling before him has always treated the male species like the purging of outdated artifacts. Treating us like we are repositories for their cyclic usage. He reasoned that eliminating her at this stage would put an end to her conversion legacy . . . But he is still confused. She fights on with liquids from the trees covering her chest. The wailing trees continued supporting her. This is agony. It was not meant to be so. He stepped near to her with his deadly pollutant phial of poison seeing a great opportunity and thinking of a moral reason to finish her off. The energy was unbearable for him. The trees tried shielding him. Are they protecting him? An animal! Why? Who gave that command? He has no known powers with trees! Could she . . .

“Stop! Who are you? You are killing her!” shouted a hoarse coughing voice.

The torturing ceases and the ghostly shapes outside the bubble conversed then sequentially disappear . . . leaving filtered rays of sunlight through threadlike spaces to cast eerie meshed images of lights on their ghastly “animal” experiments.

“Is not that why you are here too my animal?” responding a tired wheezing feminine voice amongst the crackling vegetation.

He experienced an abundance of psychic fear as he tentatively peered at her through the scorched leaves. She was definitely in bad shape. Her protruding legs were scarred and bleeding. She lay on her back quietly breathing. She was obviously in pain. He possibly would be killed if so much energy were directed at him. He has great powers here on this Earth, but still could be badly damaged.

He looked at the masses of dying plants surrounding her before irritably answering,

“I am not your animal! Who are they anyway?”

“You sounded like the lover you should be . . . they could be the destroyers of us. They are the Warrant Masters.” The voice was low, precise and meditatively calm, as if there was no pain.

“Trees do not speak to me about love. So they are serving you a warrant of destruction. About time for that. Now we will all be free...”

“No my Animal, you are us. We are you. They tried destroying you before, but we preserved you. We preserved ourselves by shielding you. You were not able to help yourself then. Do you really believe you can do so now? This crucible experiment had proved otherwise. I saved your existence, your life, and our hidden secrets from our enemies. But for how long? They will be back. Our chance lies together, and possible not in your deadly threat of that odious liquid you so proudly displayed. Were you going to destroy me through hate or through love?”