There are rules to dark forests.
Rule number one: never take directions from an owl. Trust me, just… don’t.
Rule number two: never stoop to pick up anything shiny. If it’s not a trap, then the shiny thing is almost certainly cursed. Either way, it doesn’t end well for you.
And, rule number three:
Never turn your back to a dead tree.
Continue reading “Beware the Trees”
They say he died in the middle of that small, small pond. Defending a human child from some wild beasts. They say he died valiantly against a manticore—or maybe it was a drakken. They say that, when he died here, the pond grew. Ten feet longer, eons deeper. A small island sprouted in the midst of the pond, right in the center. Right where he took his last breath. A small island formed, and then, atop that small island, an oak tree grew. Tall and grizzled looking. Branches reaching outward, arms open, as if ready to embrace any who tread upon that small island.
That’s not true, is it?
That small island was not meant for just anyone.
It was meant for only a special someone.
Only meant for one.
One who seeks. Continue reading “Oak Speaks”
There’s no air left in my lungs.
As I realize that, I stop my running.
Stop and pant.
Stop and keel over.
Stop and watch your form disappear into the distance.
Stopping wasn’t what I wanted. In fact, it was the exact opposite. For months now, I’ve been training. Been running. Been building myself up in order to chase after you.
But you’re still too fast.
As I watch you run, I feel myself slip.
I hit the concrete hard. Continue reading “Failed Run”