In all of Dewin

Prologe

1919 August 30, Quentin Young stared at the clear blue sky through the sparse branches of a young willow tree. his eyes danced across the fluffy clouds that he thought looked extremely delicious. His teacher shook her head at the boy, in her eyes, he was hopelessly lost in a fairytale world and completely ignoring his studies. He watched as the clouds transformed before his very eyes turning into objects that although mundane looked magnificent up the sky.
"Boy you must get out of your own head," his teacher scoffed. She hit him with the leather bound book that he was supposed to be reading.
"I'm not in my own head, I'm just looking at the clouds," he grumbled. His eyes shifted from the art in the sky and to his uptight teacher.
"The clouds won't teach you basic math," Her frustration did not affect Quentin at all. In fact, he couldn't even detect her exasperation. why learn about trivial math when there was so much wonder in the world without it.

"Quentin," she said again. her rolled over in response to her constant nagging but he decided to sit up.

"miss im going to the well to fetch a pail of water," he told his teacher. he walked to the well, a smooth stone path leading him to the well. he pulled up the pail and looked into it expecting fresh water. Instead of the normal water small paintings of a beautiful girl in a gown. Quentin studied the painting before realizing it was a photograph in color. he peered back down into the well before a swarm of butterflies pulled him down into the well. Quentin was never seen again.

1944 July 12, Eliot Vander wandered through the woods alone. He enjoyed the scenery and the solitude of the thick woods. The way the trees and bramble bushes covered any venturer from the world.

Eliot had to withstand a harsh and unforgiving world no one wanted him there. He was walking to find his space, a tree with a clearing underneath its roof of dark green leafs. Eliot would escape to this place almost every day. In a cold and cruel world of those who are different he needed somewhere to feel safe. He needed a place to exist freely.

He sighed sitting down leaning back on the bark exterior of the willow tree. It was almost silent save for the soft chirping of wrens and humming of the colorful humming birds. Nature protected him from the angry eyes of society and for that he would be forever grateful. Eliot noticed a small bird laying down on the ground it wasn't moving much and it needed water. Eliot gently scooped up the bird and brought it to the well.
"I used to come here when I was 16 and make wishes," he told the bird. "But they never came true,"
He pulled up the Pail and let the bird drink before it flew away. In the water Eliot noticed a photograph. He studied the image. A boy that seemed 17 was standing by the Well. He was studying a photograph too.

Eliot jumped when he felt something touch his arm before he could figure out what it was a swarm of butterflies in a million different colors engulfed him, they dragged him down into the well and muffled his screams. Eliot was never seen again.

1989 March 19, Ingrid Nilsson made her way through the heavy snow and to the woods. She hoped to find a covered clearing to protect her from the storm that was coming overhead. She was entirely alone but that was normal.

Ingrid looked around until she found a huge willow tree it's winding branches and hanging leaves collecting snow and keeping it in its foliage. It was freezing and the cold wind whipped her face. Ingrid sat waiting out the storm but the constant crying of an animal made her stand up.

She searched around for the hurt animal the white snow falling down slower and the wind turned to a soft breeze. She trudged through the powdery snow and listened in the silence. The crying continued. She searched all around her but couldn't find the animal.
"Where in the world could you have gone?" She asked herself. Maybe the animal want hurt just in its home and calling for its family. She thought trying to calm her nerves.

She walked to the well and a small Fox was clawing it's way out of the snow but was failing miserably. She gently picked up the animal and carried it to the clearing under the willow tree. She smiled as the fox scurried to a den.
Ingrid felt something call her back to the well. She peered inside it and a gust of wind pushed her down. She felt a swirling of air as she fell into the abyss. Ingrid's missing persons case was never solved.

2019 May 23 Evelyn Winchester ran into the woods escaping the police that were following her. Her chest heaved as she fell down and steadied herself onto a large ancient willow tree. Tears cascaded down her face.

After 20 minutes of waiting she decided the police had given up. She gathered her belongings and wandered away from the tree. She found herself throwing smooth pebbles into an old well. It was practically falling apart and vandalized so much it was hard to tell the original color.

Evelyn knew that there hadn't been water in there for 15 years. Yet she heard the pebbles splash in deep water.
"What?" She questioned to herself. She pushed herself of the ground begrudgingly. Evelyn looked down into the well. There was a mix of old trash and soupy looking water with her pebbles. But something was in the rusted old pail. She pulled up the bucket with the nasty rope. She picked up three photos two boys and a girl. They all looked around 30 years apart.

A butterfly landed in the palm of Evelyn's hand. It sounded like it was whispering to her. Soon millions of them surrounded her and she felt a cold wash over here. She soon stood in an empty valley. Evelyn was never seen on earth again.