Changing Times - Part 1

A Story by Ilerah

Arith dares to enter the Untouched Forest, and try to find the Great Tree.

Changing Times

Arith walked down the path, not sure if this was a good idea or not. The old man had said not to go into the "Untouched Forest" but he did anyways.

He wanted to know how the Great Tree kept the forest safe from magical and physical harm. Of course he could enter, he was not a threat, and if he acted like it, then the magic would kill him.

He walked further up the path, until... until it stopped. He just realized in that moment, that he had come as far as any other had, and that there was no path to guide him, and that he might very well get lost. With that thought, he turned around and started to head back, but then thought that he would be the only one, the only one to go that far. He turned around again, looking into what lay ahead of him. The tales told about this place, the Untouched Forest, and the man called the Guardian who lived inside, and helped it.

The old man had said that the forest was alive, and that the Great Tree, was alive more than the rest, and with its magic, and the Guardians help, kept the forest safe. Hence the name Untouched.

Though many had tried, none had been able to go far into the forest, none had gone farther than this path. Until now, Arith walked past the path, and continued, due south. He would go, and go, until he was out of the forest, or until he was killed. Though he didn't like that idea.

The forest was so magnificent, great vines, great trees. A magical feeling within all, and the wildlife, the wildlife had a mystic feel about them as well. Though not the same, the wildlife, was just different. The green vines hung from every tree, stretching across the whole forest, nothing stopping them. The trees not only magnificent but also massive had trunks the size of small houses. Everything around Arith was green, and living. The magic in the air made the trees, vines, bushes, the whole forest come alive.

Arith continued to walk, but then suddenly stopped. He felt something, as if he was being followed. He went to turn around, but did not see anything. He continued walking, but stopped within only a few feet. He still felt as though he was being watched. Arith looked around him, not seeing any movement, nothing was out of place. Of course the forest was so thick it was hard to see anything. Arith shook his head, realizing he was imagining it. He started to walk again, this time faster.

Suddenly he heard a loud rustling sound, but before he could turn around, was hit on the head, unconscious.

© 2015 Ilerah

Author's Note

Loved the idea of my poem "The Untouched Forest" that I made a story based off of it.
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hey im not sure which story you wanted me to review, but im gonna look at part 1 and 2 of this. um you dont have to, but in paragraph two you might change "from magical harm, or physical" to "from magical or physical harm." it just flows better. in paragraph three, "the path until...until it stopped" is probably a little repetitive with until, but then again thats not necessarily a bad thing and thats just whatever you want to make it. if u want you can change it. in the second to last paragraph, you could probably describe the forest a little more, and in the last one maybe add some more thoughts before he is knocked unconscious. one tip: dont be afraid to make it a little lengthier. most people on here will still read it. overall, i think it is a great story and i liked it alot. im being a little harsh in this review probably, because honestly i liked it alot more than it sounds like i did. im gonna go read part 2 now. :) great write