Post by Blake on Oct 25, 2010 9:58:45 GMT -7
As the light began to fade, leaving the world in the confusing state between day and night, the clearing in the centre of the forest where a child’s fort had once stood, began to take on an unreal atmosphere, like it was separate from reality. There was a silence about it, that gave the fort an ever real presence, and you could almost imagine the children that had long since grown up and died out, scratching and screaming with happiness, trying to spread their joy to the rest of the world, far from the problems that threatened their existence.
A lone figure stepped out into the open, hardly daring to breath. He felt like an intruder in a memory but something made him want to spend time in the clearing and explore all that it could offer. His paws sped up their soft thumping across the grass as he headed to the fallen battlements. Staring at it he wondered whether the kids had built it themselves and if their parents knew about it. He guessed not, it was likely that they would condemn it, saying it was unsafe. A smile twitched at his lips, he knew that he would have loved to have played here as a child, in fact, who was to say he wouldn’t enjoy it now. With a twitch of the lips he let magic engulf him and took on the form of a guy in his late teens. You were never too old.
Taking a long run up, Blake threw himself up the nearest tree, the fort’s entrance long since decayed, and let himself up into the battlements. He tested the wood first, and it seemed stable. Now it was time for exploration and the comeback of childish dreams.
A lone figure stepped out into the open, hardly daring to breath. He felt like an intruder in a memory but something made him want to spend time in the clearing and explore all that it could offer. His paws sped up their soft thumping across the grass as he headed to the fallen battlements. Staring at it he wondered whether the kids had built it themselves and if their parents knew about it. He guessed not, it was likely that they would condemn it, saying it was unsafe. A smile twitched at his lips, he knew that he would have loved to have played here as a child, in fact, who was to say he wouldn’t enjoy it now. With a twitch of the lips he let magic engulf him and took on the form of a guy in his late teens. You were never too old.
Taking a long run up, Blake threw himself up the nearest tree, the fort’s entrance long since decayed, and let himself up into the battlements. He tested the wood first, and it seemed stable. Now it was time for exploration and the comeback of childish dreams.