Ever since she was little, Amina listened to odd stories about an old tree at the edge of the village. Some claimed it whispered its secrets at nighttime; others said wishes were granted by it, but on the other hand, one had to pay something.Everybody would feel very curious one day; this is Amina’s time. She walked toward the huge tree, with the gnarled branches reaching high into the black sky. As she rested her hand on the rough bark, she heard a soft whisper in her ear.”Amina…I have been waiting for you,” the voice said in a hushed tone.Her blood ran cold. She stepped backward, but underneath her feet, the roots started to move.
Amina
