by Dewleaf
Wild Wood
by Amber Hattan-Harrison
Special thanks to:
All those on the Elfquest site,
and Wendy and Richard.
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"The night is dark, but not to all...
All but the large eyed spirits of the forests.
Many have hated them, or tried to capture them.
But all ultimately failed...
Some found friends in them.
Learning the ways of their kind.
Howled with the wolves many did.
While others lived in fear
We have not heard from them in years,
but many say they are still around."
The old man quieted and said no more. The children listening to him scattered away into their homes knowing that the time of sleep had come. Red, who was standing with the group ready to hunt then said, “Why do you fill their heads with nonsense?” The old man stayed quiet. Red pounded his staff on the ground, “Can you hear me old man?!” Lance put him hand on Red’s shoulder and said, “Leave him alone.” Red pulled away from Lance and turned around to see Dew’s face, hot with anger. “You know why he tells those tales. We live as they did many years ago, do you not see why we have such peace? Your Fathers, Fathers, Father has lived in this village the way they did.” Red brushed past her, “You’re off the hunt.” He mumbled. A knife whizzed past his head and into a tree. The carvings of wolves running made it obvious of whom it belonged to.
The night was damp. It was dead quiet, but the woods were very much alive. An owl with sharp eyes followed Dew as she followed the hunting party into the forest. She didn’t care what anybody thought, except for Red. Red was once the light of her world. The older brother she never had, but when her Father died, it all changed. The death was to sudden for her to understand. She followed the party into the deep woods. With grace she silently navigated the treetops above them. Lance stopped to pick some herbs he found and Dew dropped down onto his back. After some flailing, kicking and a good bit of screaming Lance calmed, “What are you doing here Dew? Didn’t Red tell you to stay home.” Dew crossed her arms and turned away. “Come on, seriously go home.”
“What if this is my home?” She lifted a brow.
“I love you and all, but go back to the village.”
“Home is where the heart is.”
Lance laughed. With a more serious tone he continued, “Look. Times are difficult, and they will get better. But, until then, please try to keep that temper down okay?” Dew sat down, “I am not the one with the temper around here.” Dew abruptly stood up. She looked up at the two moons over head. Her large green eyes meet the purple of Lance’s and they both ran for the village.
All she knew is that Fear filled the air, with a side of Death.
by Amber Hattan-Harrison
Special thanks to:
All those on the Elfquest site,
and Wendy and Richard.
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"The night is dark, but not to all...
All but the large eyed spirits of the forests.
Many have hated them, or tried to capture them.
But all ultimately failed...
Some found friends in them.
Learning the ways of their kind.
Howled with the wolves many did.
While others lived in fear
We have not heard from them in years,
but many say they are still around."
The old man quieted and said no more. The children listening to him scattered away into their homes knowing that the time of sleep had come. Red, who was standing with the group ready to hunt then said, “Why do you fill their heads with nonsense?” The old man stayed quiet. Red pounded his staff on the ground, “Can you hear me old man?!” Lance put him hand on Red’s shoulder and said, “Leave him alone.” Red pulled away from Lance and turned around to see Dew’s face, hot with anger. “You know why he tells those tales. We live as they did many years ago, do you not see why we have such peace? Your Fathers, Fathers, Father has lived in this village the way they did.” Red brushed past her, “You’re off the hunt.” He mumbled. A knife whizzed past his head and into a tree. The carvings of wolves running made it obvious of whom it belonged to.
The night was damp. It was dead quiet, but the woods were very much alive. An owl with sharp eyes followed Dew as she followed the hunting party into the forest. She didn’t care what anybody thought, except for Red. Red was once the light of her world. The older brother she never had, but when her Father died, it all changed. The death was to sudden for her to understand. She followed the party into the deep woods. With grace she silently navigated the treetops above them. Lance stopped to pick some herbs he found and Dew dropped down onto his back. After some flailing, kicking and a good bit of screaming Lance calmed, “What are you doing here Dew? Didn’t Red tell you to stay home.” Dew crossed her arms and turned away. “Come on, seriously go home.”
“What if this is my home?” She lifted a brow.
“I love you and all, but go back to the village.”
“Home is where the heart is.”
Lance laughed. With a more serious tone he continued, “Look. Times are difficult, and they will get better. But, until then, please try to keep that temper down okay?” Dew sat down, “I am not the one with the temper around here.” Dew abruptly stood up. She looked up at the two moons over head. Her large green eyes meet the purple of Lance’s and they both ran for the village.
All she knew is that Fear filled the air, with a side of Death.
Wonder what made the two of them run home ... and being aftaid what Red and the hunting party will might run into.