Within the lonely field of wildflowers, everything was silent.
Even the wind held its breath. The smell of the oncoming rain hung
in the air - lingering - as though waiting for the right moment to
finally fall from the night sky. It was as though time itself had
stopped and nothing, absolutely nothing at all, disturbed the calm
tranquility of this strangle little patch of land. On the
outskirts, a hooded man stood. Gazing into the mysterious little
field he contemplated wether or not he dared go any further. He
marvelled at the sight of the field, aglow in the light of the full
moon. It was so beautiful, and yet so frightening. Dare he attempt
to breach the spell that so clearly consumed this place? What other
choice did he have?
The man closed his eyes and breathed in deep. He could feel
his heart racing in fear and anticipation. Part of him wanted to
run headfirst into the little feild that looked to peaceful and
safe and the other part of him wanted to run away as fast as his
weary legs would allow. Something about this place was unnatural.
He knew what he had to do, though. Keeping in mind the warnings of
his teacher, he finally let out his breath and as slowly as he
dared he stepped into the field.
The rain hammered down on him. Within seconds of taking his
first step he was drenched to the bone.All around him the
wildflowers danced in a wind that sang to the rythm of the rain. A
sudden and angry gust of wind hit him like a fist and blew down his
hood, revealing silver hair that looked so out of place on a man so
young. Time had started again and all the young man could do was
pray that he had made the right decision.
For a moment he thought he saw someone approaching from a
short distance away, but with the rain so thick he couldn't be
sure. He walked deeper and deeper into the den of wildflowers
until he reached what he was looking for. A giant tree unlike any
other he had seen grew within the centre. It grew tall and strong
with roots protruding everywhere in the surrounding ground. The
whole trunk was overrun with moss and vines and the branches
expanded like skeletal arms reaching out into the air. The most
interesting thing, however, was the leaves. They were the shape of
teardrops and thick and under the moon-shine, the leavel glowed
bright green with suck brilliant light that it almost blinded him
to see them so close.
This was what he had travlled so long for. This was what he
had given up everything for. This was what he had killed his best
friend for and now, after all this time, he would finally know if
it was worth it.
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