The group huddled together in our makeshift camp, faces lit by the strange glow of the luminescent fruits we’d gathered. I’d just finished explaining what the First Tree told , and the silence that followed was heavy enough to crush coal into diamonds.
"Let get this straight," Juan said, rubbing his temples. "We’re trapped in a cosmic garden owned by so plant pervert who wants to wear one of us like a skin suit?"
"Pretty much." I leaned against a silver-barked tree, trying to look casual despite the fact that we were all on the nu for a body-snatching plant god. "Though I think he’s more interested in our souls than our skin."
"Fantastic." Raphael punched the ground hard enough to send glittering sand flying. "So we’re not just fighting for our lives, we’re fighting for our souls too. Any other good news?"
I shrugged. "Well, the trees hate him, so at least we’ve got so allies."
Monica clutched Copernicus closer to her chest, the copper leaves trembling with what looked like fear. "The trees told they were prisoners, but I didn’t realize the Arborist was..." She trailed off, visibly disturbed.
"A body-hopping immortal plant wizard?" I supplied. "Yeah, that wasn’t in the job description."
Celeste’s face remained impassive, but I could see her eyes calculating, weighing options. "This explains why S-Rank Hunters have vanished here. He doesn’t just kill them. He takes their power for himself."
"Which ans we can’t just run and hide," Noah added, her hand resting protectively on Celeste’s shoulder. "Even if we survive until the Gate breaks, he’ll follow us back to our world."
Jai stood up suddenly, flexing dramatically. "Then the path is clear! We must confront this garden demon directly and defeat him with the power of our united spirits!"
"Sit down, Muscle-brain," Raphael growled. "Did you miss the part where S-Rank Hunters have tried and failed?"
"Yes, but they didn’t have us!" Jai punched his palm with absolute conviction.
I couldn’t help but laugh. The absurdity of our situation was reaching comic levels. Six academy students trapped in a pocket dinsion, facing off against an ancient plant deity with body-snatching tendencies. If I survived this, I was going to need a drink. Or ten.
"Here’s what we know," I said, refocusing everyone. "The Arborist is testing us. Those Harvesters? The carnivorous plants? The desert? All designed to weed out the weak."
"So we’re being... gardened?" Juan asked.
"In a manner of speaking." I tapped my bat against my leg. "And according to the First Tree, the Arborist is at the center of this collection, but we can’t reach him until he decides we’re ready."
"Can we trust what this tree told you?" Celeste asked.
"I don’t think it can lie," I replied. "It seed almost proud of being the Arborist’s first specin. Like it’s developed Stockholm Syndro over the millennia."
Monica closed her eyes, her fingers gently stroking Copernicus’s leaves. "The plants here are so old... so tired. They’ve been watching this cycle repeat for centuries. Hunters co in, get tested, die or... get chosen."
"And what happens to the chosen ones?" Noah asked.
"They beco the new Arborist," I said. "The old one takes over their body when his current form starts to fail."
"That’s ssed up," Raphael muttered.
"Beyond ssed up." I pushed away from the tree. "But it gives us an advantage. If he wants to test us, let’s pass his tests. Get to the center of this garden, find him, and then kill him before he can do his body-swap trick."
Juan looked skeptical. "And how exactly do we kill sothing that’s been body-hopping for millennia?"
"I’ve been thinking about that." I began pacing, my mind racing through possibilities. "The Harvesters regenerated unless we used heat to cauterize the wounds, right? And the carnivorous plants lted when exposed to the fruit from the silver trees."
"You think the Arborist has similar weaknesses?" Celeste asked.
"Everything has a weakness." I stopped pacing. "And if he’s looking for a new body, it ans his current one is vulnerable. Dying, maybe."
"So we just need to... speed up the process?" Raphael’s grin was almost feral.
"Exactly." I nodded. "But first, we need to follow his ga. Pass his tests. Get to the center of the garden."
Monica looked up suddenly, her eyes wide. "The plants... they’re trying to tell sothing." She placed her hand on the ground, closing her eyes in concentration. "There’s a path... a way through the collection that the Arborist hasn’t traveled in centuries. The plants say it’s overgrown, forgotten... they could guide us."
"A back door?" My eyebrows shot up. "That would be incredibly helpful, assuming it’s not another trap."
"I don’t think it is," Monica said, her voice growing more confident. "The older plants, they’ve been here so long they’re practically part of the Garden’s consciousness. They rember when the Arborist first brought them here, when he was kinder... before the endless cycle of body-snatching began. They want it to end too."
Juan let out a low whistle. "Plant rebellion. Didn’t see that coming."
"Neither will the Arborist," I said, a plan forming in my mind. "Monica, can you ask them to show us this path?"
She nodded, her expression serious. "They’re already offering. The silver trees we t first, they’ve been spreading the word through what they call the Great Root, the network that connects all plant life here. They’re willing to help us navigate."
"And potentially fight alongside us?" I pressed.
Monica hesitated. "So of them. The older ones have more autonomy, more will. The newer acquisitions are too firmly under his control."
"That’s still better than nothing." I turned to the group. "So here’s the plan: we follow the secret path the plants show us, bypassing as many of the Arborist’s tests as possible. We gather whatever weapons and information we can along the way. And when we reach the center, we hit him with everything we’ve got before he realizes we’ve cheated his ga."
"And if he catches on before we reach him?" Noah asked.
I shrugged. "Then we’re in the sa boat we’re already in, except with more knowledge and hopefully more allies."
Raphael cracked his knuckles. "I like these odds better than wandering around waiting to be tested like lab rats."
" too." I glanced at each of them in turn. "We leave in an hour. Get so rest, eat sothing, check your gear. This is going to be a long day."
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