I wasn’t always a believer of these kinds of things, though I cannot remember a time when I didn’t. It’s weird though, because I can remember exactly why I began to believe. I was very young maybe around five to eight years of age. My parents had gotten me a baby-sitter. She let me play outside as she cooked lunch and cut fruits for tomorrow’s snack. As I was playing in the backyard that was filled with flowers, trees, and the softest grass I had ever seen, a bright light, a flame it seemed though I didn’t know it then, bloomed through the woods behind our house. It was very beautiful, so I went to see what had caused it so that I may see it again and again. I knew that I shouldn’t leave the yard but I crawled under the fence anyways and sought out the thing of beauty.
As I stumbled around the woods behind our house, I saw the light once again and followed it to a large cave that seemed to be lit with a great, flickering light. I walked in and found what seemed to me as a lion/bird monster that was on fire and I froze with fear. Fear of the elegant, beautiful beast as it stared back at me with empty yet full, loving yet cruel, unknowing yet all-knowing eyes. It inched closer and I fell back on my haunches, crying. Something soon after struck my face, wet and soft. I stopped crying, filled with overwhelming joy that seemed to have come from nowhere. When I looked up I saw the beast over me, but this time, I’m happy to see it. I got up and tried to climb onto its back but failed, so it kneeled to make it easier for me. The elegant thing began to run and then used its wings to fly over the trees and into the sky. We flew around the woods as it showed me the beautiful things it knew, more beautiful than I had ever seen in my life, highlighted by the joy that was ever increasingly building up inside me. After a while, my new friend landed in my backyard, I climbed off thanking it by petting it for a while, and then it flew off into the sky, the last that I saw it. I follow James and John out of the forest, as I remembered this and tears run out of my eyes from the thought, not tears of happiness, nor despair, but of longing to see the beautiful creature, my old friend, again.
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An Unmistakable Adventure
مغامرةThis was actually a story that I had released somewhere around 2014-2015, but WattPad had unpublished it. I may come back to it, though I doubt it. Either way its back for whomever wants to see it. John, a seemingly normal kid, and his two best fri...
