Warfang [(Book One)]

Chapter Two

I always liked it out here. Out in the forest. Surrounded solely by the sounds of nature. It brings a sort of peace to me. Something I dont find very often. There's this little spot a few minutes from my back door. This tree I sit in. An oak - I think - that overlooks a gorgeous lake. Around this time of the evening, the bright pinks and reds of sunset reflect smoothly off the water. The wind is gentle, a cool northern breeze.

I opened my notebook and began to sketch the lake again. As I have dozens of times before. But I never could seem to get it quite right. Maybe this time. As my pencil glided over the paper, the light scratching the only sound amongst the silence.

After several minutes of sketching I put my pencil on my leg, admiring my work. Better than last time. I grinned wildly knowing I finally did it.
There's an art to drawing. Something you can't capture with a camera alone. Of course I had one of those too. I pulled out a small digital camera snapping a picture of myself, the backdrop, the beautiful sunset.

I swung my leg over the branch, dropping down softly in the tall grass. I stuffed my notebook in my messenger bag along with my camera and began the trek back to my house. I popped in my headphones, strolling down the dirt path jamming out to AC/DC. I drummed on my legs getting lost in the music.

Lost in my jam session, I tripped on a root, sending myself face first into the dirt. Let me tell you, it doesn't taste as good as it looked. Dammit. This is my favorite shirt.
I brushed the dirt off my Slayer shirt muttering a curse. I pulled off my headphones realizing I'm at my back door. It was open.