A/N: Thank you for looking at this piece of work, but please bear in mind that it is one of my earlier pieces! I'm leaving it up to show my improvement (well, I hope I've improved!) but I would prefer it if you read my more recent pieces =) Thank you for reading~ GuitarPlayer
The Most Omnipotent Thing.
The dark forest was mysteriously silent.
No sunlight reached the forest floor, no breeze whistled through the crisp leaves.
His erratic heartbeat was the only sound, as he crept through the forest, constantly watching, constantly checking behind him.
Everything about him spelt out his wealth and status, from the shiny leather boots on his feet, to the velvet green cap perched at a jaunty angle upon his head, an extravagant feather curling up into the air. At his side hung a sword, the hilt jewelled and engraved with mysterious patterns and designs. To any educated person, it would be evident that the young man was noble, but to any person experienced in life, it would be obvious that he was hopelessly lost.
His horse had spooked on a hunting trip somewhere in the sparser areas of the forest, throwing him off after galloping upon thundering hooves far away from the others he had ridden with.
Of course, his body guards and his father had ridden after the horse, calling his name, but they had not heard his shout in reply, and had raced off in the opposite direction.
He had been wandering on for hours, his bearings long gone, his mind confused and fogged by weariness and worry. His picked his way through the trees, stepping over winding roots, ducking swiftly under hanging branches, his motivation to get home overcoming his weakening spirits. .
Suddenly, the thick trunks became thinner and less dense, and his morale rose sky high.
He thought: I've reached the edge of the forest! I can find my way home!
For a brief moment, his strength renewed itself, his worries dissolved, and he ran, as fast as his aching feet could carry him. Faster and faster, the pain in his legs numbed out by hope.
Abruptly, his feet slipped from beneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor, lying on his back, with his head dangling into a small ditch. He rolled over, attempting to get back up to his feet.
His entire body slid into a small pool to his left, the like of which he had never seen before.
This was no ordinary pool.
The water was red, crimson red.
As he sunk beneath the choppy scarlet surface, his eyes flew open, and he saw, to his horror, hundreds of black creatures swimming hurriedly towards him, white fang-like teeth bared inches from his face.
The pool was ludicrously deep, it went down fathoms and fathoms deeper than the deepest valley he had seen, the bottom darkening to dark red until he could make hardly anything out.
He panicked as the creatures encircled him, his breath burning in his lungs, a faint ringing noise echoing in his ears. He fought with every breath to reach the surface, then suddenly...
Something emerged from the water, red droplets dribbling from every point on it's body.
It looked vaguely like a man, dressed in flowing red robes and a tall pointed red hat. His face was wrinkled, and he had a beard as red as the water, and wiry hair of the same colour, which reached half way down his back in slight waves.
He eyes were narrowed and red, his mouth fixed in an evil leer of a grin, and from his lips escaped a hoarse laugh, and if any one had been around, they would have trembled at the pure malice and horror that the laugh was full of.
He stepped forward, and strode through the forest, the trees melting before him as if they simply were not there.
The pool lay still as he departed, but slowly, something rose up to the surface.
It was a velvet cap, with a matching feather in it, which now looked bedraggled and dejected. It bobbed up and down on a few small waves, then sunk back down, all traces of it vanishing in the murky depths of the water.
The pool became deathly still once more...