Orchard Of Truths by Tokumei at Inkitt

Summary

In a forgotten village veiled by mist, an orchard blooms beneath moonlight—its fruit glowing, its winds whispering secrets no one remembers. They say it speaks truths never spoken, memories never lived… and voices long silenced. Liona, a traveler burdened with grief and guided by a silver-threaded map, arrives at the orchard’s edge searching for her mother—once a Truthsayer, now a mystery lost to time. Inside, among glowing paths and fallen fruit, Liona uncovers echoes of love, fragments of the past, and the haunting presence of the mother she thought she’d lost forever. But when the orchard offers her a bittersweet reunion, Liona must choose: stay in its timeless magic or return to her fragile little sister, still waiting in a hospital bed. A tale of memory, love, and the quiet power of letting go, The Orchard of Truths is a lyrical story where silence speaks, and the heart decides what cannot be spoken

Genre: Fantasy

Author: Tokumei

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 13+

Orchard of truths

In a forgotten village beyond a misty hill, an orchard stood silently—its trees bearing fruit that glowed under moonlight, and winds that whispered a language no one remembered. People claimed it could speak memories that had never been said aloud.

A traveler named Liona, bearing a silver-threaded map and the weight of sorrow, arrived at its gate. She wasn’t just curious; she was searching—for her mother, who’d vanished ten years before.

Back then, the news of her mother’s sudden death had shattered Liona. She couldn't accept it. Her mother had been a Truthsayer—one who listened to the world and translated its hidden messages. Her voice had guided many, including Liona, until it vanished completely... without goodbye.

Then one day, Liona received the map. It came with whispers of an orchard that could help her see what couldn't be expressed, reveal thoughts never spoken, and reach beyond the veil of loss. The orchard, it was said, carried the memory of voices that had been silenced.

Inside, the path lit with glowing fruit and silent runes. Liona followed it deeper, and in the quiet, a fruit fell at her feet—warm and pulsing. She touched it, and memories swirled like stars: laughter, lullabies, fragments of her mother’s love she hadn’t known she’d forgotten.

And then, her mother appeared.

She wasn't alive—but wasn't gone. Woven into the spirit of the orchard, she existed within its breath, its silence, its rhythm. She told Liona that staying would mean never returning to the world. And leaving would mean never seeing her again.

Liona trembled. Her heart was torn. Her five-year-old sister Fiona was still in the hospital, fragile and waiting. Liona had promised she'd return. But her mother's presence—achingly familiar and painfully longed for—was here.

She whispered into the fruit, “Show me Fiona.”

And the orchard answered. A vision appeared: little Fiona holding a star-shaped paper Liona had folded years ago, mouthing, "Come back soon."

Liona’s choice crystallized—not in ease, but in love. Her mother touched her gently and said, “I will always be part of you. You carry me now.”

And so, Liona left the orchard—not for herself, but for her sister. The silver map unraveled into threads that stitched into the sky. The orchard faded, but the truth remained: love demands letting go, and silence can speak louder than any word.