Sol had been just a child, three rings, innocent and defenceless. Unknowing of the world he had been born into and what consequences his birth would have. But his mother knew. Even as he grew older she kept it hidden from him, from everyone. Pretending as if everything was normal, that her son wasn't an abomination that could destroy everything.
It had been a long time of planning, full of tears and bouts of distress as she grew the idea of how to fix things. Sol could not survive the way he was and neither could she, so she did what was right by the both of them.They had been trekking through the woods away from their home in Birchwood for some time, his little legs barely keeping up as his mother dragged him along by the hand.
She had said they were going on a trip for a few days, she had not specified where or what they would be doing, but he was excited nonetheless. She had encouraged him to embrace the world around him and use what he could from what nature gave them. Sol remembered learning how to collect sticks for fires- which she would make, to spare his little hands- and how to forage for berries, plants and fresh water.
He'd loved learning, especially with his mother, she was his world, his role model.
But he was admittedly thankful when the y stopped for a break here and there.
Sol knew his mother well, her usually kind nature and polite mannerisms. So it was unusual to see her so frantic and watchful of the area around them as though she were looking for something that scared her.
She had explained that there are beasts and unsavoury sorts of people outside Birchwood, but the fear seemed to intensify when she caught sight of him.
It never changed, even when they were on the move putting as much distance between themselves and home, to the point he began to worry his mother had gone mad.
It had never crossed his mind that something sinister could be afoot, even when they stopped for the night as the clouds thickened and the skies darkened around them and the blazing fire they had made.
They sat in silence, his mother usually being the first to initiate conversation. But when it all became too quiet for his liking, he broke the silence."Mamma, what are we going to do on our trip? Are we going to hunt for frogs and toads? I like that game" he said, in the most sweetest voice. So naive.
"No my love, we are going to sleep tonight, and in the morning I will leave you to sleep while I find us something to eat". Her eyes never left the flickering flames as they dazzled with burning cinnamon.
"But about after that?"
"After that, we will see. Now tuck yourself in and try to sleep" she stated, leaving no room for arguments.
Sol did as he was told, as always, he was never a defiant child, even when he was little.
As warmth began to spread beneath the blankets, he shut his eyes and began to dream, listening to the creaking branches of the swaying trees above and the crackling fire, knowing his mother would still be awake into the early hours. It had become commonplace for his mother to sit and stare blankly into the gardens and woodlands from their kitchen window at home. He found her a handful of times doing so, seemingly in her own world, pondering. Sometimes with dried tears beneath her eyes, but that was more towards the beginning of him noticing, recently there had been no tears, as though what she had been pondering and questioning had been answered.
He hoped their days would be full of fun before they went home, there was so much he wanted to do with her on their trip.The sun, peaking through the boughs and cascading leaves, woke Sol from his childish dreams of beasts and magic.
It was a subtle light, one that was not harsh in his innocent eyes that blinked their way open.
He sat alone in the woods, oblivious to the fact he had been left to fate by his mother.
Hazy eyed from a night of sleep, he began to wonder, growing further and further afield from the died out fire and dewy blankets.
The world was so large, the trees looking like great stomping giants, the skies completely out of reach and the foliage and bushes of Yule appearing evil and thorny.
He chased after critters and bugs, followed the charming tweets of robins as they hopped from branch to branch and revelled in the freedom he had found. But as he reached a river, its rapids fast flowing and the current undeniably strong, his reverie passed. He turned to ask his mother for help and for the first time since he had woken, he realised he was alone.
Panic set in and before he knew it he tripped and was dragged into the rapids.
Air was nonexistent, his sense of direction equally so as the world he knew blurred into whites and blues, slowly growing darker until black was the only colour so be seen.
Every sense was washed away with the current, including him.

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The Whispers Of Trees
FantasyAs the wheel of time ticks by after the corruption, and peace settles over Uskara, Orym Branyn must begin his journey to join his soul. All goes to plan, the ceremony, and the days following. Until Orym and an unknown man are expelled from his tree...