VillainousA Story by Grahm Thomana short story that i typed up during my creative writting class. Villainous Orange sliced through
the air, down and down until it further reached the floor. Then yellow and red,
drifting through the air; comparable to any graceful bird. He watched them
closely, following them with such intensity, what was he thinking? No one knew,
for he hadn’t spoken in years. Left to one's own thoughts seems like a terrible
thing, yet he was still sharp as any other. Once again more leaves fell but
flowing wind started to twist them around, spiraling about this young man. In
the next blink of an eye he was no longer there. People began to panic their
voices all rendering together. “WHERE’D HE GO!?” “Mommy that boy…” “It’s impossible” “What? ……no can’t be” All left to wonder the same as the other, where
had he disappeared. He left with the leaves no doubt, following the wind to
where he needed to be. A park across the city, where a team of police
held off a crowd of “tree huggers”, not able to notice there was one already
flying over them with the autumn breeze. He landed softly next to the crew of
yellow capped workers getting ready to destroy five ancient trees. They were
supposedly infested with insects. They couldn’t understand that’s how it was
meant to be for one to live off the other. He slowly formed himself out of floating leaves,
moving upwards against the natural occurring gravity as if it meant nothing to
him and his leaves. Forming the foot and curve of his elongated legs. By the
time anyone had noticed he was already stretching the arch of his feline like
back. Forming strong shoulders that then swept into his long neck. The final
few leaves continued to slide along his now formed jaw and up into his face
revealing his light lilac eyes. So pure and faint his face only showed grief as
he strode his legs towards the circle of trees. Placing a finger singly on the
heart of the first tree. The ground shook and cracked around the tree in
an intricate pattern of what seemed to be Celtic knots, the tree
roots. Thrashing around until each end met their other; forming a
perfect and beautiful circle around the tree. Light began to shine though the
air and the tree became whole, strong and its fey spirit awoke it began
building its protection, Vine by vine grew out of the tree creating walls and
new life. His skin aglow with what seemed to resemble
moonlight, he drifted as if floating in air, to the second tree. He placed
another finger onto this tree and it began to do similar to the last but only
this tree did not grow vines but flowers. They burst from everywhere. Ground,
building and even the pond over 100 feet away was infested with new life and
beauty. The crew taken aback by this amazing sight. They sat down breathless
and in tears, for even owning a thought of being close to such magic Walking along around to the other three trees
running his forefinger along the next two and they came to life. Leaves fell to
the floor and started forming elegant creatures. The majestic birds from the
floating islands above the line of any human sight. The feline prowlers from
the hillside of faces, and even the waterless ocean creatures from the lagoons
of crystal, all strong and clearly fey. The fourth tree had started to form
water around it. Creating a mirror like pond; figures broke the surface immerging
into this world from theirs. Wings and beautiful skin, all different and
unique. One crewman recalls a woman with the skin of a leopard, another with
fins of a fish. As enchantingly special and alike the mystic
creatures strong with their bright auras. The last tree; He stopped
in awe and looked for what may have been hours or days into the soul, heart,
and inner beauty of the tree and embraced it. It shifted and died slowly
shrinking into its self; he cried. As he was ready to say his last goodbye it
was in its final breath; dried bark breaking into fragments of light, the pure
essence of all life. The light solidified and formed arms, legs, hands and a
new being. She was here with him
and they began their construction of life, their place now the park. It
continued growing over the world showing magic and new meaning. They took over, most
thought of them with love and passion but the few who hadn’t. They had hate for
he took what wasn’t his to take, and made it his. He was the partner to Mother
Nature he was the earth itself alongside her. But no one would know of such a
thing. For to those with hate in their hearts, he was
just a dictator. If only
they could see the light… Grahm Thoman © 2013 Grahm ThomanAuthor's Note
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Added on October 2, 2013 Last Updated on October 2, 2013 Tags: magic, otherwordly, fey, farie, nature, creation, distruction, short story Author
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