Few more steps, and she already saw the towering old oak tree where Epharil supposed to live. Eunice smiled when she saw a carved name Denise on it, feet taller than her.
“This tree has already been here for decades, and yet, they want it to get cut for this new one,” an old woman spoke, eyeing on the maple tree meters away from the one she’s staring at.
“For what reason?”
“For tourism, of course. But if I were them, I would rather preserve this oak. Compared to other else around here, this one surely have witnessed a lot of scenarios that the younger ones didn’t. It surely knows a lot of history in this place more than I do.” She then gets closer to its trunk and placed two candles.
“It will certainly sadden those two souls—oh, may they rest in peace.” The woman breathes out.