Okay, so we have a special entry by Jackie! This month we will be doing something different. This story will be split into two parts.Here's part one!
Aki’s Forest By Jackie
Everett was a young boy, who lived in a small house near the beautiful woodlands. At night, he loved to run through the forest, under the stars of Aakash, the wolf headed night god. He loved the feeling of the enchanted grass of the forest floor, and the owl singing her lovely song. Every dawn, he would go in the woods and pick the fresh mulberries from the beautiful bushes. Every day as he grew, Everett would take more from the woods. He would cut down the trees to create shacks, he would hunt the wildlife of the animals for food and fur. Every year, more and more was taken.
The eyes of Aki, the woodland god, witnessed everything he was doing. All of the years that went past flew before him like Maru, bird headed goddess of song. The sun was glowing on his red fox fur, and he was staring at the sun, thinking about what the woods will turn into in a thousand years. His lovely woodland would be turned to a desolate wasteland. He decided to walk towards the young man, his brown cloak dragging behind him. He tapped Everett on the shoulder. Everett turned around and saw the fox’s bright blue eyes staring back at him. Everett dropped his ax in fear and ran. But the fox caught him, his hands clutching on Everett’s deer skin tunic.
“What are you doing with your life?” The fox god asked the man. Everett’s brown eyes fogged up. He grabbed his bow and arrow and screamed, “MONSTER!!!” But before he could shoot the fox god, Zorion, the coyote god, god of archery and weapons, grabbed his arm from behind, making Everett drop the weapon. Everett turned around and saw a coyote man standing behind him.
Zorion smiled and picked up the bow and arrow. “Archery is a sport of hand eye coordination and strength,” the coyote shot his arrow at a tree and it landed right in the middle. Everett was shocked. “But, like everything on Terra’s lovely Earth, everything has a darkside.” Zorion frowned. “The power of life and death lay in your hands. The slaughtered animals by your tent represent the evil of archery. Now those animals are to decay,” Zorion said.
The two gods snapped their fingers and Everett collapsed and fell asleep. The man had a terrible nightmare. All of the slaughtered animals walked, transformed into humans, with bows and arrows in their hands. They were chasing Everett. “Die repulsive beast!” The animals shouted, while firing their arrows. The words they used were the same as the ones he used when he killed them. “Die, you wicked, twisted, soul!” The animals kept shouting.
The animals kept chasing him. Everett came to a pond. He looked in the pond , and saw that he was a deer. He looked back and saw the coyote face of Zorion, and as he was about to fire, Everett woke up, covered in sweat. It was all a dream. It was all a terrible, horrible, dream. No gods, no deer, it was all a dream. But he heard a sound. A lovely sound. A sound of a woman’s voice.
He followed the song, entranced. He walked and he saw the beautiful bird face of Maru, goddess of song. She held his hand and brought him to a beautiful woods. It looked just like the woods of his childhood. He ran, feeling the grass between his toes. Then Aakash, the wolf-headed god of night, came over. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Pleasant memories you have had here. I remember watching you running through this forest as a child with a big smile on your face, having a wondrous time.” Everett smiled, remembering the pleasant times of his childhood. But the wolf frowned. “But the past is in the past.” He snapped his fingers, and then the view of the present came. The woods were full of waste, trees fell down, and dead animals fell with them. Everett looked at what he had done. He knew that this was all true. He cried on the cloak of Aakash. Aakash looked over at the man, and then Everett saw a glow. All of the gods lined up in front of Everett, and then he heard a voice. He looked, and saw Aki, the fox, standing before him.
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