The Woods

Hey people!!! 

   Here's a story that i had to write for a school assignment. It was hard but fun to write, however, its a bit deppressing, so tell me what you think about it!!

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   Jason was lost in a forest, that much he knew. 

   He had heard many stories about this forest, of how those who went in were never seen again. No one knew what happened to them, or why they left. They never found bodies, or even a clothing item. Jason had been told many different theories, some said they went to the big cities to become famous, others said it was wild animals, or aliens, but one said it was fairies. 

  'Fairies..ha!' Jason had laughed at that, 'what! Do you think tinker bell came to kidnap the children and take them to Neverland?!' 

  He couldn't think of anything else more ridiculous. However, the old woman who had suggested it, looked very sane, and had continued to insist that it was true, that she had seen it happen with her own eyes. She said, no one could go into that forest willingly and ever return home again. 

   'What about those who went unwillingly?' He had wondered. 

   He had decided to prove her wrong, and soon set out. After walking a while he quickly lost track of time. Before he knew it, the sun had begun to set, his house was no longer visible, and the trail he was following was no where to be seen. It was pitch black, for the moon didn't show between the trees.

  All he was going to do, was stay in the forest for two hours, and then go back. unfortunately, it had been four hours since he had seen any signs of civilization.

  He was completely lost and nothing looked even remotely familiar. The fear had long ago set in. He shivered at the though of having to spend the night there and he began to run in the general direction that he thought he had come from. The trees seemed to reach for him with their gnarled branches, and he tripped over a fallen branch. An owl screeched above him. 

  He began to imagine tiny things flit in and out of the edge of his vision, but then they were real. A small flying object that lit up like a glowing Christmas light. Suddenly there were more of them, and they were everywhere. 

   They resembled common birds in size, and flickered different shades of color, a deep mahogany here,  a forest green there, others dark blue, and some violet. They swirled and danced in a breathtaking array of light and color. 

  Jason stood, looking in amazed wonder. He still couldn't see what they were but he was positive the old lady's guess was correct.

  Fairies. 

  He had no fear of being carried off by them, they were so tiny it was comical to think they could make a human disappear. One came close to him...he held his breath, too afraid of frightening it away. 

  He saw that it was, indeed a fairy, but it looked nothing like the usual storybook fairies. 

  Glowing dark shades of brown and orange, it resembled the human figurine of any 'normal' fairy-whatever that means-but the resemblances stopped there. It had tiny horns like a mountain goat, that curled down its back reaching mid-waist, almost like hair. Its feet were bare and looked slightly transparent, glowing bright orange. It had a long tail that flicked and curled like a cats. Jason expected there to be wings on its back but there was nothing. It simply walked on the air, moving as it wanted, like it was walking on an invisible surface. It surpassed its name in the 'fair' aspect, for it was beautiful, and dark. It wore a flowing black cloak over fitted clothes. Its features were sharp, and its cats eyes showed wisdom far beyond their years. Its ears were rounded like a humans, and covering every inch of visible skin were markings, curling black tattoos. 

  Jason held his hand out, as the Fairy came closer to him. It looked at him cocking its head and beckoning for the others to come near as well. Jason stiffened and held his breath as they all came closer to him. They quickly surrounded him and began to comunicate with each other, they seemed to be arguing about something. Jason still didnt move, but instead simply observed. He reveled at the fact that they actually existed, but that also meant that the old lady was right. He wasn't sure why she had thought it was the fairies that made the people vanish. They seemed harmless enough, and they were beautiful. 

   Then they looked like they had come to some agreement and the first fairy came closer to him and simply touched his still hand. 

   A pain like no other he had ever felt, shot up his arm and through his body, he fell to the floor moaning from the pain. Slivers of icy fear spread through him, stealing his breath and suffocating him. 

  Then the other fairies slowly descended upon him. At each ones contact another wave of pain shot through him. He screamed, silent and long from lack of air. Fighting them was useless, he was immobile from the pain. 

   In that moment Jason knew that he would never be seen by any living man again. He should never have listened to those stories, never have gone into the forest, much less at night. He could no longer think over the pain, it was excruciating, filling his head, covering his sight, muting his hearing. They were lifting him up..carrying him away. He began to grow numb to the pain, it faded to a dull throb. He moaned, and begged them to take him back home. The orange fairy looked at him. Then..

  Black.

  Nothing. 

  Everything was gone. 

 

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E.