About what see with eyes

Trees Don't Only Give Us Air

The sun was setting. Things were all happening as they should. The air blowing softly, The birds singing but not everything was pitch-perfect on this day. Something was wrong. In the air in the sky and it was like a feeling I can smell and feel but can't see. A feeling of a new beginning. The sun was going down and before I knew it it was dusk.

The sky filled with stars slowly as the sun rose down. In a forest filled with Oaktrees. A cabin rested. I was outside the cabin chopping wood while my sweet old mother was watching me outside. She sat on her rocking chair that was dirty and old and smelled like gross uncooked fish. I don't exactly recall what she was doing out there watching me but what I did remember she was smoking a pack while I was chopping wood for the campfire we were setting.

"It's windy isn't it," My mother said her voice raspy and cold.

I nod in agreement not paying much attention to her. She frowned.

"Can you go out there Leo and fetch me some more wood?" My mother asked "I need it for something. It's a surprise."

I knew I didn't want to do that but I had to. Why? Well, she got cranky when I didn't listen or do what she said. That's my mother for you. I sighed and nodded. Still not wanting to do that. It was dark now. The sky blueish purple and it started to get chilly out here. I was walking to the deep woods it was not that far away since we live in the forest. In the middle of the forest to be exact. I was walking for what seemed like hours which in reality probably just a few minutes.

I was still angry I had to do this. I held my ax tightly with my left hand. Until I finally found it. A good enough tree to chop not too thin not too old just right for bark and freshly carved wood to cook up for the campfire and some extra wood for whatever my mother needed. Probably for another rocking chair.

I swag my little ax and felt the breeze of it swinging. It didn't leave a single mark on the tree. Not even a single piece of bark fell from that tree. I swear I swang with full force. I rolled my eyes and swag again. But nothing. I started to get a bit mad. But there was no point. Might as well chop another tree. I hated doing this. I hated doing all of this hard work and labor. I was just 13. I was just weak and skinny.

I was alone. At least I had a mother but she wasn't the best. Why did she treat me the way she did? Especially with- THUD But before I could answer my question in my head I heard someone walking near me. Footsteps. They were stepping on the crunchy brown leaves I passed by on the way here. I was frightened. Shocked to my skull. Heavy footsteps. Whoever was out there must have been wearing heavy boots! Fright got the most of me so I ran and left the ax behind like the dummy I was. I hid behind a tree next to the one I was admiring.

As I was catching my breath back, I peaked my head to see who was this strange person I heard. The footsteps stopped and I knew why. I saw a man. But why is there a man here I thought? Is he following me or something? He then bends down to the tree I couldn't chop and like he was proposing to this tree? The man was wearing a dark red robe over him. He takes off the hood. revealing his dark black hair.

The man draws something on the ground. With his bare hands. A symbol. I didn't recognize it at the time but it seemed familiar? I move closer to see what he was doing but I step on a leaf. The man faces my direction. My heart stops for a moment. I see his face. Heavy, Masculine, chiseled and he had what looked like a recently shaved-off beard on his face. He looked surprised and angry. His dark blue eyes shined with the moonlight.

I gulp down some saliva I had in my mouth and start to run. I start to run back home but I hear him chasing me. I had no idea what was going on. Who is this man I pondered while I was running? I started to sweat running for my life. I heard the man getting closer and closer to me. I didn't wanna look back. Afraid of what I might see. The man catches up and punches my back. I fall face-first on some autumn leaves.