I watched the boy child escape the castle over and over again. I watched as he played in the woods surrounding the castle to the point where the creatures and plants started to play with him. The squirrels dropped acorns at his feet, while rabbits nuzzled his hand and wild boars brought him truffles. The trees dropped branches so he could climb on them the milk weed dripped fresh liquid into his palms and the leafs of all bushes moves so he always had shade. And this was just the noticeable things the forest responded to his calling.
Amazed I wrote down each incident in my journals always curious to see the day when it arrived who would be the one? Who would save the child? Never in my wildest imagination did it occur to me that the prince who's name I still had yet to learn would play in those woods for almost three years before the savior would appear.
The savior was definitely not what anyone or anything would expect.
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The stars in the moonlight
ParanormalIt is hard to breath as the moonlight starts to disparate. The eyes and ears of the creatures all around me perk as they listen to the dying moonlight and move to assist the slender small form of a child but not a child. The woods whispered the spe...
