Comic Story
Panel 1
Aisha loved the whispering wind in the village trees. But these days, the whispers carried only worries of thirst.
Panel 2
"The well's almost dry, Aisha," her father sighed, his face etched with concern. "I don't know what we'll do."
Panel 3
That night, drawn by an unusual rustling, Aisha ventured into the forest. She had never seen anything like it before.
Panel 4
The trees were moving. Slowly, deliberately, their roots pulling free from the earth.
Panel 5
"We are the Keepers of the Springs," a deep, resonant voice echoed through the woods. "We walk to find water for the dry lands."
Panel 6
The oldest tree turned towards her, its ancient eyes, formed by knots in the wood, filled with sorrow. "But revealing our secret… it would doom us."
Panel 7
Aisha returned to the village, torn between loyalty to her people and protecting the trees. Could she risk the trees' existence to save her village?
Panel 8
She climbed the highest hill, overlooking both the parched village and the verdant forest. An idea sparked in her mind.
Panel 9
Aisha convinced the villagers to dig canals, guiding the trees to hidden springs. They learned to live in harmony, sharing the water.
Panel 10
The trees continued their walk, not to escape, but to nourish. Aisha, the girl who listened, became a bridge between two worlds.