The Last Tree on Earth🔊

In time, when Earth was unbearably barren, devoid of trees, greenery, and wildlife, there stood the last remaining tree - a huge, ancient oak tree. The oak tree, also known as 'Arvandus', was the guardian of knowledge and wisdom.

Arvandus wasn't a regular tree; it was rooted in the mystical land of folklore. It was distinct, with less foliage, gnarled branches, and a wide trunk, sheltering immeasurable ancient wisdom within its veins. This wisdom was not easily accessible. Only those with innate kindness and a selfless quest for understanding could earn it. The desolate Earth chastised itself under the ruthless sun. Only Arvandus stood tall in valiance, showcasing its resistance to the dearth of its kindred.

Amid the toxic air filled with an astringent metallic scent, a solitary man wandered. His name was Elio. Elio had grown up hearing about Arvandus from his ancestors. The tales had been passed down through generations, but none had ventured or survived the harsh realities of the deteriorated lands to find the tree. Elio, however, was resolute.

He journeyed across the scorched sands, relentless harsh winds, and over the stinging cold mountains. Days turned into weeks and then into months. One day, weary, parched, and on the brink of death, Elio arrived in a valley of dead soil. There, hunched against the punishing wind, was the ancient oak, Arvandus itself.

Desperate, Elio mustered the strength to inch toward the tree. He felt a queer sensation as he approached Arvandus. The air around the tree seemed to shimmer. Suddenly, his hand was no longer touching rough bark but warm, calming vibrations.

Elio's heart pounded as he heard a voice, soft and sonorous, 'Why do you seek me, Elio?'

'I seek the wisdom that you possess, as my ancestors have described,' replied Elio, his voice hoarse. 'Humanity needs redemption. We have failed our mother Earth.'

A silence followed his declaration. Elio was afraid Arvandus would deny him, but to his surprise, Arvandus sighed. 'Your kind has led Earth to this plight. Why should I aid you?' Arvandus asked.

Elio unfalteringly replied, 'Because there is always a chance to right our wrongs, to rebuild from destruction. We need your wisdom to heal our Earth.'

Moved by Elio's conviction, Arvandus shared its centuries-old wisdom. Elio's mind buzzed with ideas about nourishing soil, fostering greenery, methods to purify the air, and reviving flora and fauna—the blueprint of a new, healthy Earth lucid before him.

Energized, Elio receded from the valley, carrying newfound hope with him. It took years of efforts, but Elio and his growing tribe slowly began to rejuvenate Earth's condition. They turned barren sandy deserts into blooming forests, unhealthy toxic air into breathable, fresh atmosphere.

Fauna began to return, and soon, Earth began to heal. The planet was transforming, becoming reminiscent of its earlier life-filled splendor. Elio continually thanked Arvandus, visiting it annually, carrying seeds from the new vegetation that had begun to cover Earth.

Elio realized that mankind was always the Earth's healer and its destroyer. In their quest for technological strides, they had lost their connection with their homeland. In the end, they needed the wisdom of a grazing oak to open their eyes.

The tale of Elio and Arvandus soon became a legend, a reminder of humanity's past mistakes and their current responsibilities. Arvandus, the last tree on Earth, became the symbol of redemption and gave new life to a dying planet. The story traveled through generations, reminding them of the need to protect, value their homeland, and maintain harmony with nature.