Hi! It’s me again, back with another chapter. I hoped you liked the last one. :)
2 : a few bits of background before this story continues…
Nearing fall, the community was abundantly full of the products of the harvest. A year’s nonstop and incessant care and tending was paying off. The village was basically beautiful hamlets over carefully tended fields surrounded by Jungle. Overall, the feeling was wonderfully opulent. Save the dreary air about the peoples of this perfect village. What was there to be afraid of or even sad about at a time like this? What could possibly be the matter at all? Nobody talked about them… The ravenous, somber, beasts that inhabited the darkest and most inscrutable parts of the myriad of trees stretching out from all sides of the majestic mountains. Those flitting beasts that you didn’t see. That you didn’t hear. That you only felt. At their most benign, they were ostentatious little creatures, who would pinch horrible little pinches, and made objects so displaced that it would be an eccentric waste of time and energy to retrieve them. They took away everything that was not needed. Everything.. Everyone, too. They used everything that was not put to use by they’re surroundings. One might be horrified by such an atrocity, but they were a part of life for the people of the Jungle.
lol, I was feeling a little morbid when I wrote this.
By the way, the words in bold are spelling words that I’m sneaking into my posts. :P