A long time ago, it was said that The Juniper Tree was a precious plant of a mythical being that thread the needles between life and death. Lenore, the daughter of the family who The Juniper Tree oversaw, was on her knees buried in the white, soft, and cold snow. Her hands clasped together so tight that they turned red, prayed,

“Please…” Her eyes closed tightly shut. “Please, let me bear a child.” Even though she was shaking from the cold, her voice was as clear as glass. “Let me bear a child with skin as white as snow and as red as blood.” As she tightened her grip,  her hands reddened even further. “We’ve been trying for a child for years, so I pray to you… Please! let me bear a child.”

As soon as Lenore finished praying with all her might, she grazed her hand across the tree. By doing so, she cut her finger on a sharp piece of tree bark, she quickly removed her hand and swiftly wrapped the cut finger. While doing so, The Juniper Tree absorbed the blood, as if she made a blood pack with the tree. 

Then The Juniper Tree danced with the wind, as if it was responding to absorbing Lenore’s blood and receiving her wish.

“What a beautiful dance.” Lenore was softly smiling, while she blissfully watched The Juniper Tree’s dance.

9 months later, Lenore bears a child whose skin was as white as snow and hair as red as blood. Lenore was so happy that she almost cried blood, “Thank you Juniper Tree, Thank you for granting my wish.” As she held the baby softly.

After Lenore recovered from her labor, she went to The Juniper Tree. It was a warm spring day with flowers dancing in the wind, Lenore was once again on her knees, buried in the grass, and prayed to The Juniper Tree once again.

“I want to thank you again, for blessing me with my son Corvin.” She spoke gently as tears of joy ran down her face. 

As if it was a response to her thanks, a fruit fell and landed in Lenore’s lap. “Oh!” She softly smiled and lifted the fruit over her head. “Thank you dear Juniper Tree.”

But, a couple of months after she ate the fruit, Lenore began to feel ill. And over time she got weaker and weaker, until three years had passed and Lenore was lying in her deathbed. 

Lenore held the hands of her dear husband, Edgar, “Please, when I die…” she coughed up blood.

“Honey… please don’t talk…” Edgar's voice trembled tremendously. While Corvin was crying in the background.

“I… have to say… this…” Lenore's voice was weak and was getting weaker. “Please… bury me under The Juniper Tree.” She says softly.

“Yes… yes… I will do as you wish.” Edgar's tears were running down his face and his voice continued to tremble.

Lenore smiled softly as her eyes began to dim, losing its golden shine, and then with her heart at ease knowing she would be buried underneath The Juniper Tree, drifted off into the afterlife.

After Lenore was buried underneath The Juniper Tree, Corvin would visit her grave every chance he would get, to play and talk about his day, or even just cry from missing his mother.

“Mama, I miss you.” Corvin tears streaming from his big golden eyes.

For the first time in 7 years, something his father wanted to announce, kept Corvin from visiting The Juniper Tree. Even though he knew what his father had to say was important, he felt a strong sense of unease from not going to visit his mother.