The Silver Tree
Summary
Historical Basis
Spread
Variations & Mutation
Cultural Reception
In Literature
Recitation
As told by Ki Ki Crol, Rona
“Long ago in a village there lived a mother and father, and their newborn little girl. The father’s mother lived with them, and she grew envious of her son’s happiness. She coveted the little girl for herself, and through hidden arts, she inflicted wounds upon the little girl. She went to the village elder and accused the mother of harming her own daughter, and demanded that the child be given into her care. The mother professed her innocence, pleading not to be parted from her child. The elder council believed her cries, and instead accused the father-mother of practicing wicked arts in an attempt to seize the child for herself. The father-mother abandoned her accusation, but the mother and father no longer felt safe living with her. “The father decided to build a home out in the wilderness where they would live away from the village, and from his mother. As they prepared to leave, the father-mother approached him and offered a gift; a seed that shone as if silver. She told him to plant the seed near their home as a sign of good luck. Not wishing to harbor ill will towards his mother, the father did as she asked and planted the seed in the soil. Throughout the years it grew and grew, as did the little girl, and at her seventh year, the tree loomed over their new home. Its bark shone like silver, and its needles gleamed like steel. Its roots ran long and wide and deep. “One day, while the father had gone to the village to work, and the mother rest in her home, the child wandered outside to play. As she wandered near the Silver Tree, the roots peeled up from the soil. They snared her and drew her close, for the Silver Tree answered to the wicked father-mother. The little girl struggled to no avail as the Silver Tree planned to carry her away. “Suddenly, an axe struck the roots and hacked them apart. A Man of the Wood had come, and he carried up the little girl and took her away from the Silver Tree. He warned her never to go near the tree again. He carried her upon his shoulders, and as they walked, in the distance she could see a mighty tree that towered far above all others. The little girl asked if it had a name. “The Man of the Wood told her the tree was called Lord Sequoia, Master of the Wood. The Man of the Wood approached the home and shared his warning with the mother. She suspected the hand of the father-mother and when the father returned, she begged that they move deeper into the forest. The father agreed and enlisted aid from the village to build a new home. Under cover of night, the family left, unseen they believed save for a single wicked, vile, Rat. “The Rat followed them and found their new home, for it too answered to the father-mother. It scurried back to the Silver Tree and perched atop the roots. It whispered the Secret, and the Secret flowed through the air and into the roots. Enraged upon hearing the Secret, the Silver Tree peeled itself up from the ground, its roots lashing out, striking the Rat and killing it, and thus it was rewarded for its treachery. The Silver Tree began to Walk, its roots coiling and carrying it through the forest towards the new home. “The father had headed towards the village to work, and as he left, he saw Lord Sequoia in the distance, and felt confused for it looked as if the tree moved. The mother and child remained alone at the new home, and they played by the pond near their new home. The mother heard the snapping and cracking of wood and to her horror she saw the Silver Tree as it Walked towards them. She despaired, for the tree would not stop until it seized the child, and it would follow them wherever they fled. The Silver Tree planned to implant itself into the pond and drink of its water to grow strong. The mother turned to flee, but stopped at what she saw. “Lord Sequoia had arrived! He Walked through the forest, his mighty roots carrying him faster and farther than the Silver Tree. He Walked onto the pond and thrust his roots deep, drinking of the water. The Silver Tree tried to usurp him, and they battled, branches breaking, twigs thrashing, roots wrenching, but Lord Sequoia would not yield. The Silver Tree began to weaken, for it had been above ground without moisture too long, while Lord Sequoia stood fast. Finally, the Silver Tree collapsed onto the ground and broke into many splinters. “At the same time in the village, the father learned from his friends that his mother had passed away suddenly, for she had bound her life’s force to the Silver Tree. Ever after the family lived in their new home, and the Man of the Wood would visit them and share the fruits of his hunts and tell his tales of the Wood. And they lived, with their children and children-children under the blessings of Lord Sequoia.”
In Art

The Pegasi stood in an outward formation along the border of the camp to alert their riders to any approaching intruder. The twin moons hung overhead, waning, and stars glittered in the clear sky. Tornath had prepared stew of roots and fish. Cye ended up declining a bowl, though, and ate of dried beef and fruit Rona had offered. The attitude all around seemed grim. Anubis glanced to the side at Rona as she unfurled sleeping rolls. “Ronatane,” he said, using Rona’s ‘mythic name’. “Perhaps you would like to regale us with one of your tales on this solemn occasion?” Rona nodded and drew herself up cross-legged. “Yes, but it is not a night for mirth, but for warning, such as the tale I will share.”
The pop and crack of embers from the campfire remained the only sound for several moments as Rona had finished her tale. “Enchanting as always, Ronatane,” Anubis praised. “Thank you,” Rona nodded and smiled. “It’s pretty interesting, actually. I didn’t think Thanged had the right environment to support coniferous trees,” Rowen commented and scratched his head, glancing at the shadowed horizon. “We do not. This is actually a tale carried down to us from those who crossed into this world. We continue to tell it to serve as a warning, as evil disguised as kindness is often the most heinous of the sort,”
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