The green tree
leaves were wet and damp. Clear water slowly tripped down the rough, brown bark
of the giant, god like trees that scrapped the stormy sky. The rain had stopped
but it left such a thick misty mass through the woods that you wouldn't even be able
to see your own hand in front of your face.
The forest was endless. With every turn, everything looked exactly the
same. This was diffidently no help for the young adventurer searching through
the forest for his friend with his small fairy companion beside him over his
shoulder.
His friend said she
would be at the end of the woods waiting for him. What had his friend brought
him there for? Didn't she remember he
was busy on his quest to help the royal family with their troubles? Didn't they
just say goodbye a few days ago? The young adventurer had no time to waste and
needed to be at the castle as soon as possible. He didn't even have anything
other than his sword and shield for the quest and needed to find some magical
item to help him aid the royal family. This was such a distraction. Though he
admitted to himself he did indeed feel lonely from these long days of travel
and missed her company, so he pressed on.
The warm steamy mist
hissed at him as he walked through it, as if it didn't want to be touched. There was just trees, trees, fog and more
trees. There was a strange ominous feeling of hopelessness throughout the forest
and he didn't like it at all. With what felt like hours of walking, the young
adventurer finally spotted someone - or something faintly in the fog. It looked
like a child -no a scarecrow but it wasn't tall or hanging on a stick. It was
as small as a child and sat on a tree stump with its eyes buried in it's straw
hands, panting. Crying. It was alive.
The sight of another
living being, or just of something other than trees and fog made the young
adventurer's heart skip a beat. Slowly and cautiously he walked towards the
creature, ready to draw his sword if necessary. Nervously he asked the creature
if it knew where the end of the woods was. The creature just sheepishly stared
at him with no response with tears in its eyes.
The young adventurer's fairy explained to him what the creature was; a
skull kid. When children get lost in these woods and never find a way out, this
is what happens to them.
Suddenly the young
adventurer felt a strong pity for the
poor skull kid, but then soon panicked and ran away from it as quickly as
possible. How long would it be until he
turned into a skull kid himself if he didn't hurry up and find a way out? The
dim light slipping through the branches of trees from the sky was slowly fading
into darkness. What was he going to do,
everything still looked the same and it would get even worse at night. Maybe it
was all inside his head but he thought he felt his hands changing, feeling hard
and rough like tree bark. He was about to scream in fear and frustration but
then suddenly noticed a faint sound in the distance. He paused, remaining
completely silent, trying to block out the sounds of the forest night to hear
what it was. It was a song. A beautiful, mesmerizing song was coming from somewhere.
The young adventurer
didn't know exactly why, but he had to follow it. He just had to. Almost as if
in a trance, the young adventurer slowly followed the song through the dark
misty woods, the song growing louder with every step. Before he knew it, he was
standing at the very end of the woods with a maze of the grand trees standing
behind him proudly. The song was now so loud he could practically hear it
clearly booming through his ears. The young adventurer was so exhausted and
sleepy (or just so deeply mesmerized), his eyes nearly closed. It took him a
few moments to noticed where the beautiful music was coming from.
There, sitting on an
old dead log cross legged was his friend he had been searching hours for. The
young adventurers eyes quickly shot open as he ran toward her, but then
immediately stopped in his tracks in
awe. The music stopped and there in her hands was a small ocarina. She had been
playing the music the whole time. His friend looked up and smiled. She then
took the ocarina to the young adventurer and placed it in his hands. She
explained that the ocarina was magical and she made it all by herself here at
the end of the woods. Not only can it produce a loud, beautiful sound, it can
also perform spells depending on the song that is played. She then taught the
young adventurer how to play the song she had been playing. The song in
particular was a communication spell. If
for whatever reason the young adventurer ever needed to talk to his friend, he
could just play that song and instantly be able to no matter where he was.
The young
adventurer's friend told him she thought the ocarina could come in handy for
his quest, so she's letting him keep it. She originally was going to give him
it before he left but she didn't finish it in time. That's why she brought him
here. It was just the kind of item he needed for the quest! With a rush of joy,
the young adventurer jumped in excitement feeling immensely grateful for his
new gift. He thanked his friend and promised he would keep good care of it.
