After making sure the area was still secure, Mable knelt before the tree. The glow from the magic was still present. She began speaking to the tree, to the goddess, to who or whatever would hear her. “Fear and uncertainty have taken hold of all of us. We live in a world of hate, a world hell bent on dividing us. Divide and concur has always been the way of war…of the world.” Mable looked up at the trees, she looked for any ravens or crows, the messengers of the goddess. She saw a few scattered about. “I ask you for the guidance and strength to continue on my mission.”

Mable dropped her gaze down to the roots of the tree. “Tree roots.” Mable remembered that there had been a paper done about the communication of tree roots. Trees could communicate their needs and send each other nutrients via a network of latticed fungi buried in the soil. Fungus helps trees send warning signals about environmental change, search for kin, and transfer their nutrients to other trees before they die.

This was her guidance; the Goddess had answered her. The trees may be different types, like they were different clans. If the trees could communicate and help each other, so could they. The network was important, each tree and plant had a job in the group as well as for themselves. This confirmed Mable’s feeling that everyone had value and worth. Even when someone looked like they were doing something the others didn’t understand, they still had worth and should be treated as such. Mable would keep moving forward with her plans and allow the others to interact on whatever level they felt comfortable. They were a community and would be treated as such.

Mable smiled. Her faith in they cycle of life restored. She knew she had been evolved for a reason. Perhaps the goddess was indeed smiling down upon her. She would help others figure out it was ok to be evolved. Feeling like a monster was just their way of holding onto their humanity. Everyone would in their own time realize they had been chosen to be evolved and feel more at peace. Mable only wished she could give everyone else a peace of mind. It was up to them to help fix the divided world, to bring peace to the world. To help nature continue to heal itself. They were all part of the wonderful cycle of life and death. Mable sunk into the earth to feel part of the trees and their wonderful network of communication.