Forest Boy

Chapter 2

George closed his eyes hoping he would be back in his bed before the sun went down. He longed for his sore muscles to be in the comfort of his small bed that hung from his ceiling. He wanted to stare up at his tinted green ceiling and slowly doze off in his safe little room.

He wanted to be safe and warm instead of feeling like millions of eyes were just on him. He quite honestly felt like he was drowning in their gaze and it was exhausting.His tiny pale hand tightened on the reins of the horse, tears forming in his eyes. His surroundings got blurry as the tears he had been holding back fell from his rosy cheeks.

Wilbur was quick to notice and pulled his horse closer so he could grab Georges's hand. "You ok?" Wilbur whispers with a concerned look on his face. George sniffed and pulled his hand away. After a few seconds, he gently nodded an "I'm ok", to Wilbur who returned a warm smile.

They continued down the path and George stopped at a clothing shop with pretty silk clothing along with accessories and amulets. George opened his coin purse that was resting in his pocket and counted his gold coins, "Eight coins", He thought to himself. 

"Wilbur I'm going to check out that store", George said looking over at Wilbur.

"Ok but don't spend all of our money we still need food, I'm going to go to the library and meet you at the bakery, sounds good?" Wilbur smiled. George nodded and tied up his horse on a post outside the store. George looked at his horse and its pretty grey colors. The horse had been given to him by his mother who had passed away, so the horse was his prized possession. He scratched the grey horses ears and patted his sweet gentle face. George looked deep into its big brown eyes that he could get lost in for hours. The horse had an old soul that's for sure. George sighed and hugged the horses face for comfort before heading into the store.

As soon as George entered the store he noticed it was quite fancy, which worried him because he didn't bring too many valuables or coins. He browsed the store looking at all the pretty dresses and outfits, meanwhile, the lady at the desk was shooting daggers into the back of his head with her eyes. "May I help you?" She finally said nearly snarling at him. George turned around to look at the lady.

"Um, no I'm just browsing thanks." he smiled nervously.

"Well browse quicker I need room for real customers." She snapped back. George looked around the pretty much empty store and nodded. As he left the store he saw someone following him out of the corner of his eye. He quickly jumped on his horse and rode away.

As George neared the bakery he got off his horse and continued on foot. He walked up to the door but before he could open it someone grabbed him and shoved him into an alleyway.George was terrified, he had never been robbed before he'd never been attacked or even dreamed of anything like that.

 His mind was racing so fast that it felt like his head might pop off. As the hooded figure grew closer to him he scrambled to get away but ended up being grabbed once again. "Listen closely elf boy, I'm not in the mood for games. So here's what you're going to do, you're going to come with me quietly and get on that horse over there and you aren't going to drag any attention to yourself am I clear?" The man said holding Georges's wrist tightly.

"Get the hell away from me you psycho." George tried to pull himself up and away but had no luck getting out of the man's strong grip. The man sighed and pulled off his hood revealing a long pink braid and a long scar across the man's face.

"Listen just get on the fucking horse or I'll tie you up and throw a towel in your mouth to shut you up so I don't have to listen to that irritating voice of yours." He said in a low gruff voice.

"Bite me pinky, I'm not getting on your horse," George said with a rush of confidence that would soon probably fade. The man raised his hand, probably to hit him but before his hand reached Georges's face he saw a tall man with large white horns and a scaled tail.

"So we meet again blade", the tall man sneers. George swore he could hear his smug smile from underneath his white smiley mask that covered his face. He lunged at the tall man axe in hand ready for blood.

This was Georges's chance, if he escaped he would promise himself that he'd never venture out of the safety of the woods again. He ran as fast as his scrawny legs would take him. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might jump out of his chest. He stopped and leaned on a wall before collapsing on the side of a store trying to catch his breath.

 George had never run so fast but to be fair he'd never had anything to run from he was always protected and safe, which was nice but also quite boring. For the first time in Georges's life, he felt alive.

George darted to where he thought his horse was. His vision was blurry from tears as they rolled down his face and stained his face. He did his best to wipe them away but bumped into someone in the process.

He looked up to see Wilbur with a concerned look smeared across his face. "Holy shit are you ok?" Wilbur said holding George tight and looking around cautiously.

"Someone attacked and then another guy came and beat up the first guy and then I ran away and i-" George stuttered out feeling a hand on his face covering his mouth from saying anything else."Listen George you need to breathe and calm yourself", Wilbur said trying to calm down the hyperventilating elf before him. "Did those people see your ears?" Wilbur said calmly. George nodded slowly. "Shit."

Authors note: Sorry these are so short chapters I have zero motivation for this but if y'all like it then tell me and that might motivated me idk.

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