Dear Reader,
The radiant morning sun shone through a quiet clearing in the trees. Their bright green arms sticking out into the clearing like helping hands. Morning dew covered the grass and the dark green bushes holding tiny flowers. Only the sound of a single bird could be heard from above. The joyous tweeting echoing throughout the land as if it were calling to the trees. Not a person had stepped foot in this land since they attempted to destroy it, and an angry wolfpack sent them away one night. The wolves' howling is still heard at night, scared of humans coming back, remembering the horrid chants of the humans. Their blood-thirst and savagery. The blood of their family and friends smeared along caves and tree bark. The remains of their civilization scattered over the forest floor.
With the light of midday, a tall fair-haired man walked into the clearing. His eyes watching the now swaying tree branches carefully attempting not to disturb whatever lay above them. His hands clutched a pair of strange goggles which he held in front of his eyes to peer into the tree. Soon, the calling of a bird rang through the clearing, and the man jolted up - readying himself. He placed down his goggles, picked up a pen, and started jotting down words on his notebook hurriedly. He followed the bird's call until he reached the outskirts of the forest. Broken glass shards could be seen on the forest floor along with large wooden beams stuck to the ground and doors laying on the grass, smeared with blood. His eyes widened as he looked around the remains of the civilization. He picked up various items belonging to the people who lived there. Calendars marked with strange writing with the year ripped out, shards of mirrors that once hung above sinks, and books with tattered up covers and ripped pages inside. Once again, the song of the bird sounded through his ears as he put down the many items he found.
The forest stretched out longer than the man expected, but nevertheless, he traveled through it looking for the bird. As he walked down the quiet rows of trees, the sun began to fade, and night was encroaching on him. He knew that with the night came new predators facing him, and the possibility of finding the bird would decrease. The bird called once more nearby, and the man ran swiftly over to the call. Past the trees and bushes lay a large rock sitting perfectly underneath the moon's silhouette. The bird sat calmly on the rock looking out into the forest. It had a yellow belly while the rest of it held gray feathers. Although it was small and stout, the bird's worth was larger than that of an elephant. Quickly, the man cupped his hands around the bird, closing it into its own tiny cage. It's muffled cries were unable to be heard by human ears, but the forest quickly became aware that the bird was in danger.
Running back into the forest with the tiny bird, the man pulled out a rope from his pocket and tied the bird to the helping hands of the trees. Around its neck sat the barbaric practices of the human race. Its song rang out through the forest - a desperate cry for help. While the bird was tied to the tree, the man ran from the forest. Soon, the howling of the wolves could be heard coming from the top of their rock. Their eyes looked out into the forest, and they caught sight of the helpless bird tied to the tree branch. With a fluid motion, the wolves launched their hind legs off the rocks, and the wolves bolted into the forest to help. They clawed at the bottom of the tree, unable to climb the behemoth in front of them. Next, they howled for assistance in the night. Another pack of wolves emerged from the forest along with a few groups of geese, ducks, and foxes. They grouped together in the clearing in the forest ready to face the perpetrator.
As if in time to meet the increasing group of animals, the man entered the forest once more - this time with more men armed with knives and ropes. As they walked through the clearing to find the tied up bird, the pack of animals met them with brute force. The wolves howled as they tried to eat away at the humans, and the birds pecked at the men's bodies until they collapsed. As a response, the men hurled their knives and attempted to strangle them with their ropes. The fighting raged on through another day and night until the cries of neither the men nor the animals could be heard. The tree's bloody branches lay on the ground, hacked away by the knives of the battle.
Only a couple meters from the clearing, a rope was tied to a tree branch. Inside its confined grip sat a small lifeless body swaying from side to side across the width of the tree. The moon's glare shone across the bird's wide open eyes, as if it were horrified from the dangerous battle that had ensued. However, its mouth was shut closed - silenced. From it rang no sound, no song.
Sincerely,
A man watching from the future
The radiant morning sun shone through a quiet clearing in the trees. Their bright green arms sticking out into the clearing like helping hands. Morning dew covered the grass and the dark green bushes holding tiny flowers. Only the sound of a single bird could be heard from above. The joyous tweeting echoing throughout the land as if it were calling to the trees. Not a person had stepped foot in this land since they attempted to destroy it, and an angry wolfpack sent them away one night. The wolves' howling is still heard at night, scared of humans coming back, remembering the horrid chants of the humans. Their blood-thirst and savagery. The blood of their family and friends smeared along caves and tree bark. The remains of their civilization scattered over the forest floor.
With the light of midday, a tall fair-haired man walked into the clearing. His eyes watching the now swaying tree branches carefully attempting not to disturb whatever lay above them. His hands clutched a pair of strange goggles which he held in front of his eyes to peer into the tree. Soon, the calling of a bird rang through the clearing, and the man jolted up - readying himself. He placed down his goggles, picked up a pen, and started jotting down words on his notebook hurriedly. He followed the bird's call until he reached the outskirts of the forest. Broken glass shards could be seen on the forest floor along with large wooden beams stuck to the ground and doors laying on the grass, smeared with blood. His eyes widened as he looked around the remains of the civilization. He picked up various items belonging to the people who lived there. Calendars marked with strange writing with the year ripped out, shards of mirrors that once hung above sinks, and books with tattered up covers and ripped pages inside. Once again, the song of the bird sounded through his ears as he put down the many items he found.
The forest stretched out longer than the man expected, but nevertheless, he traveled through it looking for the bird. As he walked down the quiet rows of trees, the sun began to fade, and night was encroaching on him. He knew that with the night came new predators facing him, and the possibility of finding the bird would decrease. The bird called once more nearby, and the man ran swiftly over to the call. Past the trees and bushes lay a large rock sitting perfectly underneath the moon's silhouette. The bird sat calmly on the rock looking out into the forest. It had a yellow belly while the rest of it held gray feathers. Although it was small and stout, the bird's worth was larger than that of an elephant. Quickly, the man cupped his hands around the bird, closing it into its own tiny cage. It's muffled cries were unable to be heard by human ears, but the forest quickly became aware that the bird was in danger.
Running back into the forest with the tiny bird, the man pulled out a rope from his pocket and tied the bird to the helping hands of the trees. Around its neck sat the barbaric practices of the human race. Its song rang out through the forest - a desperate cry for help. While the bird was tied to the tree, the man ran from the forest. Soon, the howling of the wolves could be heard coming from the top of their rock. Their eyes looked out into the forest, and they caught sight of the helpless bird tied to the tree branch. With a fluid motion, the wolves launched their hind legs off the rocks, and the wolves bolted into the forest to help. They clawed at the bottom of the tree, unable to climb the behemoth in front of them. Next, they howled for assistance in the night. Another pack of wolves emerged from the forest along with a few groups of geese, ducks, and foxes. They grouped together in the clearing in the forest ready to face the perpetrator.
As if in time to meet the increasing group of animals, the man entered the forest once more - this time with more men armed with knives and ropes. As they walked through the clearing to find the tied up bird, the pack of animals met them with brute force. The wolves howled as they tried to eat away at the humans, and the birds pecked at the men's bodies until they collapsed. As a response, the men hurled their knives and attempted to strangle them with their ropes. The fighting raged on through another day and night until the cries of neither the men nor the animals could be heard. The tree's bloody branches lay on the ground, hacked away by the knives of the battle.
Only a couple meters from the clearing, a rope was tied to a tree branch. Inside its confined grip sat a small lifeless body swaying from side to side across the width of the tree. The moon's glare shone across the bird's wide open eyes, as if it were horrified from the dangerous battle that had ensued. However, its mouth was shut closed - silenced. From it rang no sound, no song.
Sincerely,
A man watching from the future