The Woods were always some place special for me, like i belong there. I don't think i ever spoke about it. I don't know why, it felt like hiking in the woods was my own secret. I just never spoke about it. Being in the woods was so peaceful, i played and no one cared. I was just alone, just me. I knew the woods better than my own house. I always felt different, like i did not really fit in this world. That's why i loved the woods. It was mine, it was my own place. It was also the place where i noticed, i was really different. When i noticed, it was already too late. One beam of sparkling purple light and i did something to this deer that i never thought i would do, never even imagined it.
I killed it
I killed it
What do you think?
Not all those who wander are lost.