The sky was so blue.
So clear.
The sun shown bright overhead.
Forstlen loved days like this.
He would wander the grassy fields around his village for hours.
He was rather short, even for his age, and the grass would tower around him.
When he first began walking these grasslands it was a battle. He had since learned a trick, a trick that the elders of the village would best be kept in the dark about.
Forstlen returned his attention to his path.
Today he would visit Mr. Fox. Forstlen knew it was another trick that the elders would frown upon, so he kept it a secret as well.
He stepped forward.
The grass parted of its own accord.
Forstlen smiled. He knew that the grass delighted in his presence. He could feel a deep respect and a desire to do things Forstlen commanded.
Even die.
Even kill.
Forstlen's beaming smile was briefly interrupted by a downward twitch that tugged the edges of his lips.
The stinky, black wolf had deserved to die.
The memory brought a bitter taste to Forstlen's mouth.
Mrs. Red Bird had come to Forstlen in a panic. Something dangerous was lurking at the edge of the grasslands. A wolf. A mangy, stinky, black wolf with sickly yellow eyes and a grotesque grin that bared a set of yellow, razor sharp teeth.
Too large. So large that the poor beast could not close its mouth.
Forstlen had gone to investigate.
A foul east wind had blown all day. Mothers were trying to quiet their babies, for it seemed they had all started to cry at once. The dogs that playfully roamed the village lay silent and wary at their masters' doorsteps, the whites of their eyes showing.
In the field the grass flailed and wailed in turmoil.
"Go back. Go back. Go back young one. It murders," the tall blades sighed and waved frantically.
Forstlen had never felt such fear. An icy hand clutched his heart.
A chill passed over him and he shook.
Mrs. Red Bird let out a single, terrified screech from above.
Run.
Forstlen looked up and saw the small, red bird dive.
The grass froze. The whole earth seemed to hold its breath.
A twig snapped, nearby.
A growl so deep and powerful it shook the small child. So alien and hideous it paralyzed Forstlen with terror.
That's all I wrote, I do this often.
