The trees. The trees are whispering.
The forest is talking to me, and it is afraid. Its hushed words are incomprehensible to my mind, but I can sense it fears me. It wants me to leave.
I don't understand where I am, but I am afraid too.
The ground under my feet is covered in blue grass and purple moss, and the sky is plastered in beautiful stars. They gossip about my presence as well. I fall onto my knees and let my head hang.
I feel unwelcome, yet there is a deep comfort in this world, like something wants me here. I lift my head and focus on the grass. I reach out to touch the fluffy blue strands, they are much softer than the stiff greenery of home.
The trees emit a soft glow in the infinite darkness before me. I look up at the sky once more to admire its beauty.
Standing up, I try to figure out where to go. The whispers are echoing louder now that I'm on my feet. They are guiding me toward something.
I turn to my left, and now the whispers are so loud they are hurting my ears. I begin to walk forward as the jarring sounds stab my head.
After walking for 5 minutes or so, I realize there are more than whispers.
Two masculine figures slowly dance together in the dim light. Their heads are replaced by objects, one a jagged star, and one a crescent moon with a charm hanging off the edge. They glow softer than the trees around them, but glow nevertheless.
They walk toward each other and hold one another in an embrace. They sway with the movement of the trees. I stare from a distance and admire them.
This world is so beautiful, and I am not. I am disgusting and cruel. I have hurt people in ways you cannot imagine.
The star's head rotates in my direction while resting on the moon's shoulder and lights up. They've noticed me. The star's hand begins to tap the moons arm, startling it. They both light up and face toward me.
I raise my hands to my chest with no intention run. I have nothing to hide from. They fade out of sight and disappear. Are they afraid of me too?
I spin around to see where they went, but nobody is there. I look down feeling guilty with a lump in my throat. I am terrible.
The star quickly reappears right in front of me, startling me. The moon is nowhere to be seen. I am practically shaking, what could they be thinking of me? The star grabs my hands and pulls my body forward. They don't seem to be afraid of me.
An arm wraps around my the left of my waist from behind and another clasps my face, turning my head to the right. It's the moon. They figures are oddly affectionate with me, but why? Do they not know what I've done?
The moon lets go of me and stands at my side while the star still holds my arms in place. Its glow varies in brightness, as if it is talking to the moon. The star lets go of one of my arms, turns around, and begins walking. Where are they taking me?
We walk in a line for a long amount of time until we come across a luminescent pond of beautiful teal water.
The star sits down, and directs me to do so as well. The moon plops down to my right and lets their legs dangle in the water. The star hasn't let go of my left hand ever since we started walking, and it makes me happy. Oh so happy. I feel safe around the two figures.
Sitting in pure silence knowing the figures enjoy the company of me just being here is comforting. The star leans forward and points at something small moving in the water, it kind of resembles something of a koi fish. It's black with blue splotches of color.
The moon submerges their hand under the water to try and get one of the fishes close enough to touch. I do the same, because why not? A fish rushes to my hand to inspect it, but my hand is shaking.
The star grabs my hand and holds it steady as I pet the fish. I do not know why the star and moon have given me so much trust, but it makes me feel at peace. The fish is jagged, scaly, and not the most pleasant to touch.
I pull my hand away and look at it. It's covered in glowing teal dots. I panic, not knowing what's happened to my hand. I look at the moon searching for help, but see their hand is covered in the specks too. The water must have affected our hands.
I wipe my hand of the grass beside me and the specks transfer off my hand onto the ground. I sigh with relief and lean back.
Everything here is so calm.
The star stands up and looks around. They "speak" to the moon again. The moon grabs my hand and stands up, pulling me along.
We walk in a line again, this time the moon is in front of me.
I have given up! Cool
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-Fantasy short stories-
RandomMiscellaneous lil things from my imagination. not very thought out at all, and just made from pure boredom. They may or may not have vague meanings behind them Cover art belongs to me.
