Post by than on Aug 30, 2006 2:06:56 GMT -5
"It's said, that deep in Duskwood, there grows a tree..."
A young lad carrying a wrapped bundle in his arms scurried through a thicket panting heavily. He occasionally looked over his shoulder as if expecting someone to have followed him.
"No one knows where it came from, it just seems to have appeared there one day..."
The child finally passed through the dark briar to a clearing, barely lit by a beam of moonlight. At the center of the clearing was a large tree. A strange carved symbol adorned the center of its trunk. Its bough seemed to reach on and on towards the sky.
"People say the tree is magical. Some think it's demon-craft..."
The child fell to his knees gasping for air and panting, still clutching his bundle to his chest. He gave a soft sniffle as he cooed at the motionless, swaddle and got back up to his feet. He approached the tree cautiously looking around him as he moved forward.
"Others say it has the power to grant wishes..."
The child cradled his bundle in one arm and reached up to the intricate carving in the bark. His hand tightened into a delicate fist and rapped upon the mark three times. The child called into the bough. "Wicker Man! Wicker Man! Wicker Man!"
"Everyone calls it 'The Wicker Man's Tree'."
The child stepped backwards nervously, peering around as a breeze seemingly rustled the leaves of the great tree... but seemingly, only that tree. The child looked down at the ground seeing a small sapling sprout, spreading tiny spade-shaped leaves. The tiny sapling began to grow rapidly. The branches stretched on and on, entwining amongst themselves, spreading more leaves of larger size until finally it was vaguely shaped like a man shrouded in a cloak of foliage. His face resembled a plain wooden mask, featureless and without expression. Long fronds hung from the top of its head and dangled infront of the strange man's face. A single hand that resembled wood twisted into wicker protruded from the cloak of leaves holding a helix oaken cane.
The child stared in awe at the being before finally regaining a little bit of composure. He held out the bundle and spoke in a broken and choked voice.
"M-Mister Wicker Man, my k-kitty, Snuffles, was attacked by wolves. Please, could you help Snuffles? Everyone says y-you're evil, but I don't believe them!"
The child placed the wrapped cat at the being's base and took a few steps back. The Wicker Man reached down with his free hand, which creaked and groan as it warped with his actions, and picked the delicate white kitten up. The wooden countenance scanned the tiny feline briefly with its seemingly empty eyes before allowing the cat to fall back to the ground. Just as the feline fell, it landed on its feet and sprung to life giving off a contented meow as if nothing had ever befell it.
The young boy scrambled for the kitten and cradled it in his arms as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Thank you Mister Wicker Man! Thank you so much!"
His words were interrupted by rustling in the bushes. The child turned quickly to see what was approaching. The rustling grew louder and louder. The child clung to his kitten fearing what may emerge from the brush.
As the rustling drew closer, the bushes just before him began to shudder. A thinly framed woman emerged with gentle eyes emerged from the bush and went straight to the child.
"There you are Timothy! How many times have I told you not to run off like that? Your mom would kill me if she knew I let you out of my sight!"
"Miss Amanda! Look! Snuffles is better! The Wicker Man cured her! See? He's right-... ?"
The child turned around to introduce the wickerman, but there was no one or nothing there. Not even a shed leaf.
"Timothy, there's no one there. Lets go home now, ok? I'll make you some cocoa."
"Ooh alright... You do believe me though right? I really did see him! I saw the Wicker Man! You believe me right?"
The young lady patted the child on the head and smiled down at him.
"Of course I do, Timothy."
She trailed after the child as he began to babble incoherently about his encounter. She gave the occasional nod and "Mhmm?" To make it seem as if she paid him mind. She looked back at the old, giant tree and smiled before turning her attention back to the child and disappearing with him into the brush.
A young lad carrying a wrapped bundle in his arms scurried through a thicket panting heavily. He occasionally looked over his shoulder as if expecting someone to have followed him.
"No one knows where it came from, it just seems to have appeared there one day..."
The child finally passed through the dark briar to a clearing, barely lit by a beam of moonlight. At the center of the clearing was a large tree. A strange carved symbol adorned the center of its trunk. Its bough seemed to reach on and on towards the sky.
"People say the tree is magical. Some think it's demon-craft..."
The child fell to his knees gasping for air and panting, still clutching his bundle to his chest. He gave a soft sniffle as he cooed at the motionless, swaddle and got back up to his feet. He approached the tree cautiously looking around him as he moved forward.
"Others say it has the power to grant wishes..."
The child cradled his bundle in one arm and reached up to the intricate carving in the bark. His hand tightened into a delicate fist and rapped upon the mark three times. The child called into the bough. "Wicker Man! Wicker Man! Wicker Man!"
"Everyone calls it 'The Wicker Man's Tree'."
The child stepped backwards nervously, peering around as a breeze seemingly rustled the leaves of the great tree... but seemingly, only that tree. The child looked down at the ground seeing a small sapling sprout, spreading tiny spade-shaped leaves. The tiny sapling began to grow rapidly. The branches stretched on and on, entwining amongst themselves, spreading more leaves of larger size until finally it was vaguely shaped like a man shrouded in a cloak of foliage. His face resembled a plain wooden mask, featureless and without expression. Long fronds hung from the top of its head and dangled infront of the strange man's face. A single hand that resembled wood twisted into wicker protruded from the cloak of leaves holding a helix oaken cane.
The child stared in awe at the being before finally regaining a little bit of composure. He held out the bundle and spoke in a broken and choked voice.
"M-Mister Wicker Man, my k-kitty, Snuffles, was attacked by wolves. Please, could you help Snuffles? Everyone says y-you're evil, but I don't believe them!"
The child placed the wrapped cat at the being's base and took a few steps back. The Wicker Man reached down with his free hand, which creaked and groan as it warped with his actions, and picked the delicate white kitten up. The wooden countenance scanned the tiny feline briefly with its seemingly empty eyes before allowing the cat to fall back to the ground. Just as the feline fell, it landed on its feet and sprung to life giving off a contented meow as if nothing had ever befell it.
The young boy scrambled for the kitten and cradled it in his arms as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Thank you Mister Wicker Man! Thank you so much!"
His words were interrupted by rustling in the bushes. The child turned quickly to see what was approaching. The rustling grew louder and louder. The child clung to his kitten fearing what may emerge from the brush.
As the rustling drew closer, the bushes just before him began to shudder. A thinly framed woman emerged with gentle eyes emerged from the bush and went straight to the child.
"There you are Timothy! How many times have I told you not to run off like that? Your mom would kill me if she knew I let you out of my sight!"
"Miss Amanda! Look! Snuffles is better! The Wicker Man cured her! See? He's right-... ?"
The child turned around to introduce the wickerman, but there was no one or nothing there. Not even a shed leaf.
"Timothy, there's no one there. Lets go home now, ok? I'll make you some cocoa."
"Ooh alright... You do believe me though right? I really did see him! I saw the Wicker Man! You believe me right?"
The young lady patted the child on the head and smiled down at him.
"Of course I do, Timothy."
She trailed after the child as he began to babble incoherently about his encounter. She gave the occasional nod and "Mhmm?" To make it seem as if she paid him mind. She looked back at the old, giant tree and smiled before turning her attention back to the child and disappearing with him into the brush.