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Its secret must be kept
by Kat
The silent breeze passed him by, shaking nothing, for there were no leaves in those trees.
He wondered around, alone in the utter darkness. Would he last long? I believed not. Weak, he was. A simple boy. Such a child could not beat the enormous forest. Should not try, even.
“Try harder,” he whispered. Was he aware of his situation? As if he could get out alive!
He trailed of his way, knowing if he did not find shelter any time soon, the invisible dangers would consume him. He stumbled on something and fell. Almost immediately, blood ran through his skin, trailing their paths.
He didn’t cry, or scream. He ripped a piece of fabric of his damaged shirt, and twisted it around his scratched arm.
He got up, and walked forwards, determinaly. He walked, and walked, heavy step by heavy step. The moon was high in the sky, and he knew he should give up. He sat at the bottom of an elder tree. The tree emanated respect and power. Its branches seemed to be trying to reach for the sky.
Soon, the darkness would be gone. He fell asleep, and dark creatures moved in hidden surroundings. He wouldn’t escape, they murmured. At least, alive he wouldn’t.
The sun was shining, but not even that could be properly noticed, as the eerie forest almost covered it all. The boy woke up, and sighed. He was happy he’d survived the night. He walked, in silence.
Minutes, hours, passed. He had lost track of time. Almost lost track of everything. He would not see anything more that those branches and dead, skinny trees. The forest had its beauty, never truly understood by mere humans.
He stopped when he heard slow breath. Panic overflowed him. He had the feeling that he was being watched, followed, closely observed, for days. As if someone, or something, was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
He carefully approached the site where the sound seemed to come from. He saw a little girl, about eight, lying on the floor, crying. Her head was facing up, as if in a desperate search for the sun. For the light.
He ran towards her, worried. She was just a little girl. She had no external wounds, but her eyes were empty.
“Calm down. Can you get up?” He asked, with the softest voice he could provide at the moment.
“I…Ah!” She screamed. She was hurting of something he couldn't figure out.
“What’s happening?”
“I’m burning! Save me!” She begged. He tried to get her up, but as he did so, her breathing stopped. He lowered her back down, and tried to bring her back. he tried so hard. It was the first human he had seen for days.
A pair of eyes awaited him in the immensity of the forest. Night fell, while we waited by the side of the little girl. She did not open her eyes again.
He picked up her little body, and laid it under a try. She was filthy and bruised. He recognised her, when he observed her massacred face closely. She lived in his village, on the surroundings of the forest.
Innocence was killed.
“Do you hear me?” He shouted. Crows flew everywhere, making and awful evil noise. “Take me! I will face you!” He spoke with confidence.
As the words were spoken, the boy was wrapped in darkness, and one last sigh drew out of his mouth.
No one could get out of the forest. Its secret must be kept.
