The Old Man of the Forest
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
831
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Old Man of the Forest
The Old Man of the Forest
Once there was an old man who wanted never to die. For a man who did little in his life, it was very surprising how much he wanted to live. He prayed with all his might and power to live, just continuing living. And one day, a god heard. He was a forest god and although the man did not pray to him (for he was a small an inconsequential god). But he was touched by the man’s words. The god had recently become aware of this concept of death. He lived secluded in the forest. Rarely seeing man or animal. But man had begun coming to him. Cutting down his trees, burning everything that he was. It felt like the tips of his fingers and toes had been stripped away.
This man’s plea’s shot straight through the forest god. He walked to the man, unseen. Placing his hands upon the withered, bald head, he whispered to the man. The man still unknowingly continued his prayer, unaware of his now eternal state. But he old man felt the sweet wind of the forest caress him. Fill him. He knew not what was happening, but suddenly he just felt at one with the forest. The man ceased his prays. Opened his eyes. And saw for the first time. He saw everything that was and that would be. But his vision only lasted as long as the forest. And although he could not know the forest god was there he felt him, felt the connection that had been created between them. The connection between himself and the forest and knew that he would be with the forest as long as it wanted him.
The forest opened to him like it did to no other within its realm. The animals can to him, and he was at peace. Now instead of asking for eternity in his prayers. He thanked the gods for this gift. And the old man would wander through his given realm and stare out at the world and think about the troubles there and the peace of the forest. And always the man would turn away from the world, and the trees would engulf him into their loving embrace.
But the wars of the world were not to be kept away from that place. Even before the forest god had found the man, the forest had felt the effect of war. The forest god had felt its daggers, and now the man felt it too. The man, unlike the forest god, was a man. He could not abide destruction with out destruction in turn. The man fought for the forest; he defended it with his eternal life. He never tired, could never be torn apart, and never died. The men who came to the forest were buried beneath it.
War came to the forest. The man saw it come from the East; the smoke followed it. It would not take the forest like it had taken others. The army came, and there were men for miles. The man was not deterred. He and the forest could survive anything. The men came to the man and said to him: Leave this place, for we will make it our own, and we do not need an old man like you. And the old man had not words. He had lost them in his many years, but he knew that the men planed to destroy the forest. He attacked. The men fought with him and he killed them. And killed them. And killed them. The army fought with the man from one side of the forest to the other. Hacking and chopping, but no matter what they did the old man lived. There were only a few when they reached the other side, and one, who knew the way of such myths, was among them. He said to the other men: I will take his man, and you will make me your king. An agreement was struck. The young man came at the old man, but moved aside at the last moment leaving only room for the old man to fall. And then, but the strength of the old man’s hair, for he wore no clothes, the young man dragged him to the edge of the forest. And threw him out. As the old man hit the dirt on the other side of the forest, he turned to dust.
The young man was proclaimed king. The forest was burned, for what good was a bloody forest. And the army continued on. The old man and his forest, in the pale of other battles, was forgotten. But the new king, for his bravery and wit, lived on in the memories of his men and their children’s children.
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So not really the normal affair, but I liked it so I though I might put it up. It's just kind of sad. If you have anything to say please tell me!!!! I love feed back even if it's criticism!!!
Once there was an old man who wanted never to die. For a man who did little in his life, it was very surprising how much he wanted to live. He prayed with all his might and power to live, just continuing living. And one day, a god heard. He was a forest god and although the man did not pray to him (for he was a small an inconsequential god). But he was touched by the man’s words. The god had recently become aware of this concept of death. He lived secluded in the forest. Rarely seeing man or animal. But man had begun coming to him. Cutting down his trees, burning everything that he was. It felt like the tips of his fingers and toes had been stripped away.
This man’s plea’s shot straight through the forest god. He walked to the man, unseen. Placing his hands upon the withered, bald head, he whispered to the man. The man still unknowingly continued his prayer, unaware of his now eternal state. But he old man felt the sweet wind of the forest caress him. Fill him. He knew not what was happening, but suddenly he just felt at one with the forest. The man ceased his prays. Opened his eyes. And saw for the first time. He saw everything that was and that would be. But his vision only lasted as long as the forest. And although he could not know the forest god was there he felt him, felt the connection that had been created between them. The connection between himself and the forest and knew that he would be with the forest as long as it wanted him.
The forest opened to him like it did to no other within its realm. The animals can to him, and he was at peace. Now instead of asking for eternity in his prayers. He thanked the gods for this gift. And the old man would wander through his given realm and stare out at the world and think about the troubles there and the peace of the forest. And always the man would turn away from the world, and the trees would engulf him into their loving embrace.
But the wars of the world were not to be kept away from that place. Even before the forest god had found the man, the forest had felt the effect of war. The forest god had felt its daggers, and now the man felt it too. The man, unlike the forest god, was a man. He could not abide destruction with out destruction in turn. The man fought for the forest; he defended it with his eternal life. He never tired, could never be torn apart, and never died. The men who came to the forest were buried beneath it.
War came to the forest. The man saw it come from the East; the smoke followed it. It would not take the forest like it had taken others. The army came, and there were men for miles. The man was not deterred. He and the forest could survive anything. The men came to the man and said to him: Leave this place, for we will make it our own, and we do not need an old man like you. And the old man had not words. He had lost them in his many years, but he knew that the men planed to destroy the forest. He attacked. The men fought with him and he killed them. And killed them. And killed them. The army fought with the man from one side of the forest to the other. Hacking and chopping, but no matter what they did the old man lived. There were only a few when they reached the other side, and one, who knew the way of such myths, was among them. He said to the other men: I will take his man, and you will make me your king. An agreement was struck. The young man came at the old man, but moved aside at the last moment leaving only room for the old man to fall. And then, but the strength of the old man’s hair, for he wore no clothes, the young man dragged him to the edge of the forest. And threw him out. As the old man hit the dirt on the other side of the forest, he turned to dust.
The young man was proclaimed king. The forest was burned, for what good was a bloody forest. And the army continued on. The old man and his forest, in the pale of other battles, was forgotten. But the new king, for his bravery and wit, lived on in the memories of his men and their children’s children.
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So not really the normal affair, but I liked it so I though I might put it up. It's just kind of sad. If you have anything to say please tell me!!!! I love feed back even if it's criticism!!!