The Treeponsis: The Tree Princess

By Yvonne Lehman

The Treeponsis is the story of a princess from Dontave Castle in the ancient Elderwood who becomes trapped by an ancient curse that turns her into a tree. In fact, she becomes the last tree in all the realms. For many years, the princess had suffered her ill-timed fate due to the handiwork of the villain Monkaitrain. In the devious plan, Monkaitrain has left the world a place of devastation. Now a dry vast wasteland, only a few survived. Out of the survivors, Dote, a plotter, and Zero, a catcher, are given clues to the little things that are needed to save the Treeponsis. Zero enlists the help of Dote to go with him on the journey. Monkaitrain had stashed the little things far away in his castle that is protected by Hitler birds, scavengers, and peckers.

As the journey progresses, Zero happens to come across others and asks them to help on his mission, the flock consists of Flappers, Pointa, Brass, Grease, Gill, Mackin, and other animals. At the climax of the story, it will take deception, ingenuity, unknown teamwork, and cunningness to save the world and the Treeponsis.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543410853

Yvonne Lehman

Yvonne Lehman is the published inventor of the saying: “Two fries short a Happy meal.” An upcoming poet and a writer, who prefers to write fiction/comedy books for children and young teens. She lives in the scenic Tennessee mountains in a two story bungalow with her 4 miniature Poodles: Snowball, Tinsey, Biddyball and Snowball Jr. She has spent her life working with the handicap and the elderly since she was 16 as a CN, Activities and Program Director, and a Handicap School Bus Driver. She has four children, James, Brandon, Kristen and Brittney. She enjoys fishing on the four rivers near her home, writing, sewing, and having cookouts with her family.

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Copyright © 2017 by YVONNE LEHMAN.

ISBN:      Softcover            978-1-5434-1084-6

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Rev. date: 03/29/2017

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Contents

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Dedicated to my beloved Daughter, Brittney Reneigh Holland. For her imagination, that she exhibited everyday since she was little.

Epilogue

In tiny things are tiny dreams, in tiny dreams are tiny seeds and the tiny seeds make tiny trees, wherein all creatures are freed. Supplying food, comfort, protection, and all the needs of the forest creatures or that’s how it used to be. Now we have lost the little things. It is quiet and dry where we do now stand, only a few are left of us and man...

The land is barren as we fly high, the dreams of our Fathers fled that ancient night. We soar down upon the last tree, not knowing the story of what is seen. We carry on our tasks, in search for our food, water is scarce, dreams of tomorrow lack the necessary cares.

All the creatures left in the land, follow the tasks of the devastated lands, carrying out in hopeless dreams, dreams of tomorrow of things only the Ancients have seen.

What can one say of things unseen, unfelt is the harmonious symphonies that the groups of creatures bring. Long since past are the grippas and grimes, the renault fine berries, and poentas divine. Gone is the Drippas that flowed down the streams, the wind howling and blowing through the grasses green. Gone is the neighbors who laughed and played, bringing gifts of the harvest and the games that were played. Long gone is the youth of the realms lands, no one chances the hardships of survival to give into empty hands.

If luck is in abundance you may well be blessed, the Ancients of old may send their own Jellies of the realms from many lands. What may they bring if they happen by? The world becomes your oyster if you happen to see them fly. Quick close your eyes, make a vow to the one, everything the life spring depends on is what you truly want. Beware of the wish of closed eyes and heart, for one fail endeavor will summon a crimson Lord. By the Ancient Kings of Tulat this is the one thing you wish for, not. So be prepared, for the stories are true, whisper at night to be the heart that is true blue. For pureness of spirit is what the Jelles seek, hoping is not enough to open up dreams. Can you feel it on the air streams, the wind tides call us, beckoning the honorable of the flock. Try to fool them, you just may, if you have feigned up courage and the purpose to sway. Be afraid of those things that lurk in the night. Whispering things in your ear of your lonely plight, seeing apparitions the reality becomes clear. Being a something you would not want near. Just ask Requia on that fate-filled night, her heart of dishonor compelled her foolish plight. Or prepare for the journey from the remotest realms seeking answers at Sattura to the Arcipathlion of Orin realm. Or summon the courage to challenge an ancient foe, looking to be valiant, failing every blow. Hope to gathered warriors from here and beyond, for true valor becomes one who is of the stock. Look not into one’s vestige for the obvious clues, a hero’s badge of honor comes with many blows. The journey starts in solemn and its revelation clear, whisper on the wind tides, if you are lucky, mayhaps the Jellies will be near. But make no mistake, of the whispered wind soaked tide, the arduous challenges lie ahead will twist the determined mind. So pick your cause with honor, fail not in your courage and your might, prepare to lose everything wrought in times of darkened skies. If you are looking for the champion, look no farther than what you have, we have no Vikings or warriors in these our deserted lands. You can look high and low and not find one single one is true, all the subjects have been suspended in the Dontave sector in the Land of the Ancient Elderwood, The tale may begin, but it’s not the beginning to be sure, neither is it the end of the beginning which will take you from the farthest shore. The Elders of your land may speak to you as a child, but here in the land of the Treeponsis there are no parents that are here to guide. So when you are told, The Treeponsis, is only for the youth, smile to yourselves discreetly, because they know not what you do. This tale is not for the faint of heart, or for the ones lost in time. The tale belongs to all who are brave enough to open up it’s binds. Eventually you may fly across the oceans to Sholomoon’s grand fortress realm, or take a walk along the azure pools of Pathlieous make your dwelling there. Or travel to Otoc to see what you may see, or to Etau, but do not stop to smell the flowers, or you may forget you were there. Or head out to the Ocean of Stoff in the depths and behold, see what the Vandeux sings before you may grow old. The story depends on you for the secrets to be told. The world around us depends on courage and love for what we know. Just like the wish upon the wind tides, for the Jellies to come once more. All worlds, yours and the Treeponsis are connected, not separated by the mere shore. So when the wind blows through the greenest trees, listen for the voices of the Ancients telling you not forget about them please. One day, not long from now, someone may intrust into your hand, the essence of world that is the lifeblood of the land. And upon this day you will look upon them with courage and be sure to hold them tight, dig a hole upon the earth with love and a sense of