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The sycamore tree rose tall and proud from the soft, velvety grass. Its bark holds ancient secrets, its roots are more powerful than an average tree, its leaves pure and bright. The sycamore tree reaches for the heavens. The tree is the savior of many, a hero to countless lives.

 

A young girl looked out the window from her room, gazing at the tree in her backyard. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, squinting at the sycamore. She heard the stories, yet she refused to believe them. She was about to open her bedroom door, her fingers grazing the doorknob, when she heard a soft melody, calming and welcoming. She swayed on the spot, entranced. Her mind cleared, focusing on the music. In a daze, she went downstairs and went outside. The sycamore tree loomed over her, yet she couldn't walk towards it. The music grew louder, and all thoughts left her mind. She stared at the tree, the wind trying to push her towards it. Her knees buckled under her, not wanting to hold the weight of a person. She sunk to the grass, staring at the sycamore with glazed eyes. A familiar soft voice ran into her ear.

 

?Come, darling. Come to the tree. Come see what you must see,? it purred gently into her ear.

 

She obeyed. She got up and walked towards the tree. It towered over her, beckoning her to come closer. Her face was inches from the trunk when she saw something engraved on the bark. It was a hastily carved heart, and in it was a little circle bulging from the bark, like a button. Hesitantly, her index finger met the bulge in the bark. Instantly, golden light cut into the wood, making a rectangle, like a door. When the outline was complete, a golden doorknob appeared. The girl was reluctant. She didn't know what this was. Instantly, music filled her ear and the familiar voice whispered in the wind. 

 

?Open the door,? it said. 

 

She obeyed quickly, grasped the doorknob with her fingers, and opened the door. Instantly, wark golden light flooded her, filling her with happiness.

 

?Go in,? the voice said. 

 

She did, walking into the sycamore tree. Immediately, she fell, and blue light surrounded her. She had no thoughts, for the music was still playing. She looked down and saw a white ground below her. Before she hit it, she evaporated, turning into mist. She was flying along a corridor when she saw a door. She was going to open it, but her fingers were vapor. Instead, she floated through it and dropped into a familiar road. She was back home, but it looked different. The houses looked newer, the paint fresh, summer in the air. People were wearing different styles of clothes. She walked to the side of her house, and she saw the same sycamore tree she just walked into. But that didn't make sense. 

 

Suddenly, she heard voices coming from the backyard, rough voices. She went to the backyard and saw three guys cornering a teenage boy against the sycamore tree. The boy looked scared, terror etching across his face. 

 

?Come on. Tell us where we find it!? one of the guys roared. 

 

?I... I can't!? the boy said, on the verge of tears. 

 

One of the men grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled the boy closer to him. 

 

?Tell us, and we'll leave you unharmed. Tell us where the money is!? the man yelled, baring his teeth like a rabid dog.

 

Suddenly, the same soothing song the girl heard earlier filled the air. The three men didn't show any sign of hearing it, but the boy did, his eyes widening in shock. A voice spoke to the boy, a different voice than what the girl knew.

 

?Save yourself. Lean against the tree, don't think of anything. You shall be saved,? it said urgently. 

 

The boy looked terrified but did as he was told. He leaned against the tree, and suddenly vanished into it. 

 

The girl didn't see what happened next, as the sense evaporated. She was again walking through the tunnel, a door in front of her. She floated through the door and dropped in the same place as before. She heard voices in the back. She walked around and saw this time a girl and boy, both around 19 years old. The girl was talking in a detest voice. 

 

?How can we leave? It's so dangerous to live here now, but we have nowhere else to go,? she said, crying softly.

 

The boy put his arm around her, ?It's going to be fine. We'll find somewhere else,? he said softly. 

 

Suddenly, the same song walked across the wind. This time, a man spoke to them. 

 

?If it is a home you desire, go the tree that stands the tallest,? it said in a broad voice. 

 

?Dad?? the girl gasped. She sank to the ground. ?Dad?? she said, her voice small and fragile. 

 

The scene evaporated. Again and again, she dropped to her house, saw different people needing help, and the tree saved them. Again and again, she noticed the voice that spoke to the people as someone the person loved and lost. Her grandmother perished of old age, and she realized it was grandma that spoke to her before. As the scenes came and vanished, the girl was lost in a trance. She was visiting the past and gradually go to the present. All these people who lived in her house were her relatives and disappeared into the sycamore tree. Suddenly, she flew backward and sprawled across the grass. She looked around, and she was back home. She got up and looked at the tree in newfound wonder. 

 

60 YEARS LATER

 

The woman was packing her bag, her old fingers clumsily holding the zipper. She got the bag and slowly went downstairs, her knees wobbling. She opened the sliding glass door and walked outside. She saw the familiar sycamore tree, a thin smile on her lips. It was windy, her thin gray hair flying into her face. When she was next to the tree, she saw the familiar heart with a button. The music was singing, but she wasn't entranced, as she had something to do. 

 

?Please. I need refuge from my home. A hurricane is coming,? she pleaded silently.

 

She heard the soft voice, the voice of her grandmother. 

 

?Lean into the tree, my dear,? her grandmother crooned softly. 

 

She obeyed, leaning into the tree, and the tree hugged her, and she fell through the bark into a new world.

 

"All aboard, get tickets ready please people", ding ding went the train bell, then the whistle sounding off, Olivia scrambled with her suitcase to her seat, while others behind her pushing and moving quickly also to get in before the train left. It was hot, sweat portruded from her forehead, she wanted a cold drink of water right now, the air thick with people boarding. At last, she found her seat, by the window. Olivia wanted a window seat, she longed to have a good view on her trip. She would visit her cousin in the mountains in Alberta, taking a much needed break from the arduous city life and work.

"Tickets ma'am?" A young steward asked her, as she fumbled in her purse and showed him her pass. It was Saturday morning and Spring break for the students. This was going to be a noisy ride, to say the least. Olivia sat deeply back into the seat, people were talking loudly on their cell phones, two rows behind her a baby was wailing unhappily while the mother tried to coo him down. And then, the train slowly pulled out and began to move forward, the other trains in Central Station remaining still. Through the city it went, the buildings and the concrete jungle disappearing behind them.

"Anything to drink or eat miss?" The young steward returned, moving up and down the skinny aisles with his skinny cart, reaching down to take some bags of peanuts and pouring cups of wine, juice or pop for the passengers. She happily took a bottle of water and the peanuts to munch on. She had brought her own lunch, and would have dinner later before retiring for the night in the sleeper car. This journey was going to be 3 nights long, the longest ever for her.

"Where are you heading? I am going to Vancouver, all the way for a job interview." A young girl said beside her, chewing gum too loud and wearing jeans with rips in the knees. Her purple and pink hair was offering more attitude to go along with her clothes, and the gum chewing. Olivia preferred to just sit and watch the world outside her window. 'Please be quiet, I dont want to talk the whole way.' She wanted to tell the girl beside her. She remained silent.

Towns and farms and Industrial area's dotted the land now, the sun starting to set as she ate her dinner in the dining car. The greasy hamburger and fries was disagreeable and she wanted now to go to sleep.

"Can you show me where the sleeper cabins are?" She asked the young porter, and he led her down the busy skinny aisles into the next two cars over, past the smelly cooking area's, some passengers were laughing loudly and having drinks. By now, Olivia was exhausted, the over crowded train bearing down on her, corroding every being of energy she had left.

"Here you go miss, can I get you anything else?"

"Some chamomile tea would be nice, thank you." Olivia replied, her voice barely a whisper, her stomach upset. The tea would be soothing and calm her down.

"Oh no, seriously?" She exclaimed, she then realized the gum chewing girl was her roomate for the night Thankfully she had the top bunk, and after she settled herself in she closed the curtain. Gum girl was in the shower but she recognized the suitcase with the cartoon stickers all over it.

OIivia : Brie, on the train now, going to sleep, cant wait to see you.

Brie : Me too cous, get here fast

Olivia: This train is jam packed full, will be nice to get off it soon.

Brie: We are going to have a blast!!!!

Olivia: Nite dear cousin. See you in a few xoxo

And thus ended the text messages to her cousin. This was going to be a long trip.

The next few days were not much different nor were they much better. Passengers got more restless, constant moving up and down the aisles, the porter constantly taking more orders for food, drinks or otherwise. One man got louder and louder.

"Ok sir, you cannot have any more alcohol, we feel you have consumed more than your share." the security guard told him. The large man got up angrily, ready to shove the guard aside but was pushed back down in his seat again. He decided he was going to stay quiet. Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, magically, the outside scenery began to evolve, redundant prairies showed mountains, thick woods surrounding them. Snow capped tops painted the skies, the train roaring into picturesque sights of nature, hot springs, through Calgary they went on, the mountains in the far distance growing bigger as they journeyed deeper into Alberta. Olivia was taken away by the wildness and even saw deer running into a field, wild and free their graceful beauty timeless.

"It would be nice to take pics", she said under her breath. Gum girl was texting and had her earplugs in, a pile of candy bars on her crotch - she now wore sweat pants and a tank top. Olivia chose to ignore her altogether the last few days on this busy train, thankfully, gum girl didnt care either way.

Olivia had planned this trip awhile back, she hadnt seen her cousins in a very long time, work had kept her busy. Toronto was a jungle of traffic, crowds and humid hot summers, she was so excited to get out of there and see the beautiful mountains now. Once she was at her cousins, she planned to take plenty of pics. She had no idea when the next time she would be able to do this would be. Not for awhile. Now, she was finally almost at her destination, and would embrace her cousins and their kindness. The Western mountains would show no mercy at giving of their powerful beauty. She knew she was right where she wanted to be, this was worth the wait in gold. Her heart was beating fast now, the train finally stopped. Once again, the busy signs of the passengers came to life as they got ready to get off. ...........