The Chronicles: Green Night

Memories

"Francis! Wake up; I've made breakfast!" My mother's voice woke me up, snapping me out of my dreamy sleep. I sighed and opened my eyes, squinting at the incoming daylight. I wasn't thrilled about getting up, but I knew there was no way around it. My brain needed time to kick into gear, so I just stared at the ceiling, daydreaming about a world where I didn't need food or water, and I could sleep indefinitely.

"Francis! If you're not in the kitchen in 5 minutes, I'm posting your baby pictures on Facebook," my mother jokingly threatened. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen without a second thought.

"Good morning, Ma,"

"Good morning, Małpko, how are you feeling?" she greeted me with a warm smile and a plate of breakfast. She sometimes called me "my little monkey," an endearing nickname. She said it was because as a child I loved to climb trees and not even once fell down.

"Feeling good. Can't wait to go for a walk in the forest with you again," I replied, my face lighting up with joy. Going for a stroll in our forest, basking in nature's beauty and lovely scents, was something I truly enjoyed.

"Sorry, baby, I can't join you today. Your dad's coming home, so I need to stay here and prepare dinner," she explained, looking a bit guilty. Her dark hair cascaded down to one side as she looked at me with her blue eyes, hoping I'd understand.

"Really?! I've missed him. Lately, he's been busy with the other coven members and hasn't had much time for me. It's okay. Can I go into the forest by myself?" I asked, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes.

"Of course, you can, but remember, you've got three hours," she reminded me.

"Okay," I agreed, sitting down at the table to devour my breakfast quickly. I wanted to finish as soon as possible so I could spend more time outside.

After enjoying a plate of pancakes topped with strawberries and honey, I went back to my room and got myself ready for the day. I slipped into a pair of blue jeans and threw on a loose black shirt. I gave myself one last look in the mirror and then darted through the kitchen to the back door.

"Bye, Ma! I'm off!" I kissed her on the cheek and darted out of the house, practically bouncing like a rabbit. I could hear her call after me, "Remember, three hours!"

I loved the forest with an unwavering passion, and I could never quite explain why. The moment I stepped beneath the canopy of trees, I felt as if I'd entered a piece of heaven on Earth. The forest was my sanctuary, my refuge from the chaos of the world.

The air, crisp and pure, filled my lungs with every breath. It carried with it the scents of pine, moss, and earth. It was as if the very essence of life was woven into the fabric of the forest, invigorating my senses.

But it was more than just the air; it was the entire natural environment. The forest was a living, breathing entity. It pulsed with energy and vibrancy. The melodies of birds filled the air, creating a symphony of nature's own composition. Each note, each trill, was a testament to the beauty of life.

And then there were the colours. Oh, the colours! The forest was an artist's palette, a canvas painted with the most vibrant hues. No matter the season, it was always majestic. In spring, the forest burst forth with the greens of new growth, delicate blossoms, and the promise of renewal. Summer painted the world with deep, lush shades of green, and the forest hummed with life.

Autumn brought a riot of reds, oranges, and yellows, a breath-taking display of nature's artistry. Even in winter, when the world seemed to slumber, the forest held its own enchantment. The purity of freshly fallen snow blanketed the landscape, transforming it into a winter wonderland.