Deaths tale

Death, nothing but a cold dark empty void surrounding the dearly departed spirits that lingered within their empty bodies hoping to be revived before the touch of death locks them within a tomb forever to wait until they are able to be recreated.
This is my story, my story of death, life and the recreation of an age old souls.
Are you sitting comfortable? Then let’s begin.

It started like every other day, I was heading to school. Yes I was still a child when my life was robbed, stolen by a beast. As I was saying I was heading to school, I was bored with the same old route, the route everybody took. I wanted to be different I made it a point to be different. I hated being a faceless member of the crowd. So I decided to take the forbidden route, now I know what you’re thinking, the forbidden route that’s where I die, well if it was this wouldn’t be much of a story. The forbidden route was a route through the forest that surrounded my village; the school was on the other side of the forest glen. As I walked through the forest on the path that was hardly ever trod I looked around. The forest was beautiful, it was in full bloom, and flowers scattered everywhere. The sun peeped through the trees showing glances of the clear blue sky. The forest was so beautiful it was hard to imagine why it was forbidden. The rumours that surrounded the forest were full of death and fear of the night. I knew that as long as I am out of the forest by nightfall the creature that lay within couldn’t get me. So day after day after day I walked the now clearly marked path, in which I walked on a sunny weekend when my parents were at work and wouldn’t be asked where I was. I enjoyed being able to run free and wild in to the forest. I didn’t have to care about the outside world; I had my own little world, my own little forest, my forest.
The stories became just that, stories that no longer held any truth to me. I had been going into the forest for over two years and I knew my forest by heart, I knew where every creature lays their head at night; I knew the path the hunters of the forest tread. There wasn’t a creature in my forest that I didn’t know, that I didn’t name, that I didn’t befriend. When I hear the stories, the rumours I can’t help but be amused by the fear the people spread. Yet I helped spread the stories, I even created new stories just to keep people out of my forest. I still didn’t enter my forest at night, how could I, I still have a curfew. So I couldn’t see my forest at night.


A fresh scent littered the forest, lending to every animal home, every animal tracking route. I recognised the scent it was the scent of a human, a human child, a girl. Her blood called to me, my human side lay in dormant. It has been in dormant for a many a year and the beast has been in control just hibernating waiting for someone to enter the forest in which I dwell. I scent out her scent and follow it to the end of the forest, and such change no longer are the village houses made of wood and clay but with brick and stone. Perfect to trap in and hard to burn down.