The Last Tree (A Monster Calls Fanfiction)- Part 3
Hello, this is the third installment of my ongoing fanfiction of the book A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness.
I've set the title to be The Last Tree, I don't know if it's a fitting title, I might change this later.
This story is set in a few years from the events of A Monster Calls, where the main character is still Conor but from a first-person perspective.
Enjoy reading! :)
Patience, young one, the monster said, slightly annoyed. You have lived only seventeen years, and we do not have much time. Anyways, the earth was dying all over— in the water, the air, the land, everywhere.
And I came walking.
I first came to a young girl, the monster said, and she saw what I saw. She saw the potential of this destruction, which was so much worse than was predicted. She told me I had to change the minds of the government officials, and then led a local campaign for global warming awareness.
I told her I could not do much about the older humans— their minds have stiffened, unwilling to accept the existence of such a creature as me. Yet eventually, she persuaded me to try.
“So what did you do?” I asked.
So I tried. I came walking for the longest time in history. I visited presidents and government officials, business managers and religious leaders. I told all of them the same truth, made them try to see what I saw, even as more and more trees were dying.
They all had an idea of what was happening, but none of them saw what I did. Just as I thought.
By the time I gave up, five trees remained. That was two weeks ago.
“Three trees died in two weeks?” I exclaimed. It was that bad?
Yes. And I fear the remaining two may follow very soon. The monster was getting agitated.
“And I’m being called to help save the trees from going extinct?”
Yes. Even now, I feel their life forces steadily dimming.
“What do I need to do?
We go outside to the trees, the monster responded.
Outside?
“Are you kidding?” I asked. “Nobody ever goes outside.”
Nobody but me and you.
“Okay, if that’s so important.”
Do you not see the importance? the rock monster suddenly became ferocious, its flame-yellow eyes flashing angrily. Do you not see its impact, when it has already come?
“I’m sorry,” I said.
After putting on my long-unused outdoor gas mask, I headed out the back door with the monster.
As I followed, the monster’s body started to attract the crushed stone and dirt nearby, growing in size until it was more than three times my height. It began to take larger and longer strides, and I struggled to keep up. Soon, it was nearing dinnertime— the monster had come to my room just after lunch— and I was sweating from the continuous walk in my gas mask. The monster became distressed when it saw the position of the sun.
It is far too late in the day. We have almost no time.
The monster scooped me up like all those years ago, and began to run at a terrible speed. Somehow, I slowly fell asleep in the giant’s rocky hands, to the rhythmic beat of its stone feet pounding the earth.
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