Kaia Lolan Rodrigo Tigala Zef adventure daegal fantasy magic snow
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Mar. 17, 2019 - 9:25 PM
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The silent white fell gently to the ground outside of Sam's window. The boy's reflection smiled back at him as he gazed out at the snow covered ground and trees. As the sun set in the distance it stretched it's longest golden limbs through the tops of the dense forest surrounding Sam's house.
Sam's eyes were wide with excitement at what was happening. He stared through the frosted window pane, for a moment longer, and then bounced off of his bed down to the floor. The boy assembled layers of warm clothes on himself, one after the other, with no less excitement. His eyes darted back and forth as he imagined the adventures he'd have. He topped off the assortment of thick clothes with woolen cap, crowned with a pom-pom, grabbed his backpack, and headed out the door.
Sam ran down the stairs and out the front door as the last light of the day faded from view. All that was left was the reddish hue that only happened during a snow storm at night. It was Sam's favorite time to explore the woods, and not just because of the mysterious ambience.
He grabbed his walking stick, left by the front door, and headed off into the forest.
It was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't see. The white covering all flat surfaces managed to frame the trees and bushes in a way that there was no need for a flashlight. It was silent too, unlike normal. There were no birds chirping or leaves rustling in the wind. No, the only sound he heard was the crunching of snow under his own feet and the occasional distant groan of a tree under the weight of the fresh snow.
Sam bent down and grabbed a handful of the fluffy white powder and ate it while he walked.
I wonder how big they've grown. he wondered to himself, still wearing a smile beneath his white powdered scarf.
He looked up and realized, he didn't know where he was. The snow eliminated the need for a flashlight, mostly, but the snow covered known paths. It left only the trees as guides, and Sam hadn't marked the trees. But he did not stop. He knew the direction, and he never had actually found his friends before when he knew exactly where he was going.
Sam passed unfamiliar trees and rocks, but somehow he knew that even though he was lost, he was going the right way.
Sam grabbed a clump of snow and threw it at a nearby tree branch. As it hit, the branch shook free most of the snow built up on it, making a mini blizzard for the boy to run through with his arms wide. The snow was now up to his knees, causing his run to end with him face-planting into the soft white padding. He stood back up chuckling to himself as he brushed himself off and continued on his way.
Over the next hill, Sam stopped in his tracks.
He stared down at the shallow valley before him with wonder in his eyes. It was silent and beautiful. The forest sloped downward to his left and the trees standing in the valley were enormous--easily twice as big around as his arms could stretch. He waited patiently in the silence, and was then greeted by the groaning of the ancient oaks.
The smile cracked on his face once more and he broke into a run. Down the small hill he stood on through knee deep snow and straight to the tallest tree in the forest. Other trees greeted Sam with groans and aches under the snow.
Sam stood at the base of the tallest tree and stared straight up its massive trunk to its top, and the branches began to move.
One branch swung down and scooped up the boy. It lifted him high above the forest floor to a point just below where the main trunk began to split into its many branches, and stopped. Then there was a voice, so similar to the creaking of the snow-laden trees before that it would have been hard to tell it was any different from far off. The voice spoke and the boy only smiled.
"It's good to see you, young one."