He sat in the limit of the river. Sometimes the cold, fresh water caressing his boots. The reflection of the sun make the water sparkle like diamonds, they shone so bright it was almost blinding. Today was a fresh day, just the right amount of sun with a fresh breeze and here, at the edge of the river the world seemed to just quiet down and be apart of all the trouble. Here was perfect. Almost
He was on his usual walk among the Woods. They seem to be the only one to get him, the only place he could be true to himself. His sacred place. All the noise from the village drove him nuts, now with what had happened guards were everywhere in the most urgent mission. Here the only noises were the wind, the rustling leaves, the birds singing among themselves and sometimes the water running from a nearby stream or river.
His posture changed becoming straighter. The place felt.. different, something was different in it. He kept on walking until movement caught his attention. No it wasn't a deer like he was used to, neither was it a rabbit or the wolves that sometimes came at night to howl the moon. It was the soft, at sight and touch, light blue fabric that went from one tree to the other with shinning wavy hair laying carefully over the back.
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Woods
General FictionThis is just for getting an idea out of my head. Which is why it will probably be crappy so I DO NOT recommend reading this.
