077: Conversations With the Woodland King
I once met the woodland king.
As a joke, I had slipped away from some of my friends to hide between the trees. Coming upon a small marsh between the trees, I walked around the edge until I came to a bush that blocked my way. On the other side of the bush stood the woodland king.
Neither of us moved.
He regarded me with slow, silent eyes. To him, I was a human child in green clothes, vaguely aware of my surroundings, but not familiar with the terrain. And I stood at the border of his domain.
He did not ask my name, nor where I came from. "Run," he said. "This is not your world."
I stood rooted to the ground.
"Run," he said. "You do not belong here."
Uprooting myself, I started to turn.
"Run," he said. "And watch where you put your feet."
I bolted and did not stumble until I reached the field between the woods and the road.
Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)
As a joke, I had slipped away from some of my friends to hide between the trees. Coming upon a small marsh between the trees, I walked around the edge until I came to a bush that blocked my way. On the other side of the bush stood the woodland king.
Neither of us moved.
He regarded me with slow, silent eyes. To him, I was a human child in green clothes, vaguely aware of my surroundings, but not familiar with the terrain. And I stood at the border of his domain.
He did not ask my name, nor where I came from. "Run," he said. "This is not your world."
I stood rooted to the ground.
"Run," he said. "You do not belong here."
Uprooting myself, I started to turn.
"Run," he said. "And watch where you put your feet."
I bolted and did not stumble until I reached the field between the woods and the road.
Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)
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