The boy in the mist

While in the woods I see the boy from the shop, He's lying in the soft moss stained with red irony blood, his chest shredded in claw marks. carefully I try to approach just to have him sink back into the mist as if the forest was telling you he's safe.
After sitting in the soft moss at the roots of a tree, with no sense of time, I give in to the forest and return to my home near the kingdom. Leaving with thoughts of the gold eyed boy, smeared in blood and claw marks.
As I focus my mind on the boy I feel a rush of relief telling me he's ok.