INTO THE WILDERNESS: The Journey

I crept into the woods on tiptoe one wonderful night, when the captive birds sang for their liberation. Their cries sounded like a dejected lament about self-satisfaction and the cage they’d never called home. The gypsy wind rocked the trees, and I undoubtedly took the step to provide them with their desired salvation, the ability to breathe and fly freely. They took off, finally returning home. Then I returned to my own cage, which was less filthy but still chained.. My body began to twitch, eventually waking me up from a dull sleep. Around me, the air was cold and humid, and it suddenly filled my lungs with what felt like burning ice crystals that extended from my ribs to my limbs. I was dragged out of my final dreaming thoughts and into a more alert state by a few forceful gasps for air. Was I, however, truly awake? Because of the recent dry period, the grasses I tread on were crackly beneath my feet in this oak-brown and rustic forest. Its woody odor came

I had broken the fatal spell it had cast on me in less than a second, and my body reacted instinctively by running. I had no idea where I was going; all I knew was that I needed to get away from that dreadful gargoyle as soon as possible.The leaves howled in a symphony as the wind blew through the limbs of the trees. Running through the woods on a gravel path makes me realize how complex the interaction of weather and environment can be. Two natural forces that are both in tune and always at odds.But then my logic kicked in, and I started to doubt what I was doing.But all of the sudden, there was this different sensation of mine. It’s like I am a brave person or that’s just me in the past life. Hmm, nevermind. I’ll just keep going.I’m sure, there will almost certainly be more than one giant centipede if there is one. And if you keep running like this, you won’t even notice until you’re knee deep in a centipede&rsquo

Outside this tent, I was startled wide conscious through a crushing noise. I was approximately to open it whilst a liquid-like substance splashed through, which I immediately identified as blood. My eyes widened and I nearly screamed, however I restrained myself. My heart is racing and I'm privy to it.In an attempt to determine out what was going on, I opened the zipper as a minimum 2 inches wide. I failed to see anything due to the fact the surroundings were dark and simply the moon's glimmer provided light.I terribly peeked at the tent by completely opening the zipper. I wish to flee since the two men were not present, and blood had just been sprayed a short time ago. Darkness has already engulfed the area. I knew it was too late and too dangerous to continue through the dangerous jungle. My sensation was interrupted by a loud howl; it was close, and I needed to get out of here right away.As I took a few steps forward, I heard a terrible n

I stood up still. I was shocked at the same time amazed. How do creatures like this exist? I sensed that there is someone coming from the woods with the sounds of the dried leaves being stepped on."Charlotte! Get away from him!" A voice was echoed to my ear and as I looked back with beast. He raised his claws and was ready for an attack. He held out his claws to me and I was hitted too hard. I stumbled to the ground and I can see Legolas coming in my blurry vision. The beast ran away and I passed out. I awoke in the garden, surrounded by a familiar face with deep hazel eyes looking down on me. They were Legolas' eyes, which I had grown to admire but kept hidden from him. As I stared up at him with my gold fleeked green eyes, Legolas hovered over me with a worried expression on his face."How are you feeling? Are you ok?"I studied my body and there was a blue mark on my chest, it didn't cause any cut on my skin but still I'm

The morning sun poured in through the windows as Charlotte awoke. And she managed to stand up, the room filled with comforting warmth from dazzling golden rays, where she discovered Legolas and the old woman seated at opposite ends of the small table, eating bread and eggs from wooden cups filled with fresh milk. The seat in front of them beckoned her to take a seat. As she took a seat on the opposite side of the table, she was greeted by a platter of eggs and toast that teased her as she sat hungrily. As she scooped up part of the meal with the wooden spoon resting next to the plate, the aroma of the food made her mouth water.   "What is this? Only now can that I taste such delicious food like this .."   "it's called an egg... and that, you already know that .." Legolas stated pointing to the bread.   "It came from a chicken... Don't worry my child, it is good for us to eat. We humans eat eggs.." the old woman murmured.