Woodland Legend Although the sun had gone beyond the horizon at least an hour before, the sky was still bright over the dense canopy of the forest, offering glimpses of light that I was grateful for as I made my way along the stony path. Late though I was for my engagement, and so far from where I had set out, at least I had some help from the celestial spangles above. A gentle breeze lifted my skirts from my calves and twisted tendrils of my hair, and spoke to the trees of rainy weather to come. Leaves rustled overhead and branches swayed to obscure the stars and dance with shadows. Despite the occasional call of a night wren, or the soft hoot of an owl, the certainty of being so alone in the dark woods weighed heavily, and a sense of foreboding loomed over my mind, causing me to glance over my shoulder far too often to keep up a quick pace. Why had I waited so long to make this journey? I feared I would be too late. Best not to dwell on the unthinkable.
Keywords:
fairy tale,
fantasy,
forest,
mist,
myth,
Scotland,
short story,
story,
tale,
unicorn,
unicorns,
woodland
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Esther Buck(non-registered)
You are not only talented as a artist, also as a writer!
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