The Secret Of Lowland Forest.
In the dappled sunlight, Lowland Forest looked beautiful. The sun peeking between the tall majestic trees casting intricate shadows on the ground. With a soft breeze through their leaves making a soothing gentle rustling sound, all was peaceful. There was a wonderful secret in this forest however so let me tell you more.
The young vixen lay happily in the rays of the sunshine, basking in its warmth. She was thinking of what lay ahead that night when all of the foxes in the wood met for their yearly celebration. There would be much merriment and laughter, with a lot of showing off by the dog foxes as usual, and much flirting going on between the young vixens and dogs.
She would watch as usual, too shy to join in but still soaking up the atmosphere of the whole evening. Neiva knew that some of the foxes were wary of her because she came from a long line of mystics. They were aware that the past generation of foxes in her family were kind, only there to help and heal, but the fact that Neiva could conjure up magical spells made them somewhat in awe of her. They kept their distance thinking that was what she wanted.
When they were ailing from something however, she would sense it and offer help, which they would gladly, if not timidly accept. She had a small clearing in the woods that was her healing and resting place and this was where she would take them.
Neiva didn’t have a den like the other foxes however, but a large carved wooden box that had been her family’s residence for as long as she could remember. It had been gifted to her when her mother, a very powerful mystic went to her spiritual resting place. The box had smooth edges, and the wood would shimmer in the evening light. It had enough space for herself and any fox that required her healing powers. But also when she carried out her work, the entrance would close around them so nobody could see inside. This was a spell her mother had taught her as any disturbance could be very dangerous to her and the fox she was tending to at the time. Her power of healing was so strong however, that most of the foxes that came into her care would become well again. So the group were happy and united.
All of the foxes in Lowland Forest respected and loved Neiva for she was gentle and kind. They knew she was there to watch over and look after them all, but they kept a respectful distance, misunderstanding her shyness as being part of what she was as a mystic. They would protect her to the death if anything were to threaten her however and she was aware of that from the auras they projected, so was content and happy in the knowledge. This had always been her destiny, and although it was a big responsibility, she accepted it without question. Even though she lived alone, she never felt lonely.
NB: This is an exercise from my creative writing course, I hope you enjoyed it. Its seems to have developed into something more for me however.
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