Alternate Ending To The Black Forest
It’d not been a many long years since his tragic end. I, a humble slave of the lowly man, Leviathan’s timber trade, had been the death of my own seraph lover. For I have followed as a participant into the untimely holocaust of the Black Forest.
I had been laboring long, restless hours due to the inability to sleep, and the extensive order of logs at last minute request. My master had specifically demanded timber from the infamous Black Forest, an ominous dungeon of ashened leaves that wailed and wretched as passersby stalked its premises. Myth speaks of my brethren, descendants of that ghastly place, in which I argue; due to the Black Forest’s limbs possessing the darkened color of the flesh I wear.
My mind was utterly numbed from sensation …show more content…
“No.” Vidar replied simply, his branch resting contently around my waist, “A man.”
“You jest.”
“Not at all, Odelia. I was once a remarkable young man.”
“I suppose the years caught up with you then?” I taunted, smirking up at the tree’s melancholy expression.
“A curse of the moon above.” Vidar sighed heavily, his branches groaning, “If only I had respected the Earth long before.” “I am not one to object.” I answered.
Silence followed for a brief period, and soon I prepared to take my leave. I watched curiously as Vidar snapped an apple from his green and laid the fruit into my palm.
“You have the ability to stay, Odelia. No one can find you in the Black Forest.” Vidar pleads.
“He’ll bring harm to me! For the last time, I must not stay with you.” I reject, forming fists at my side in utter frustration, “Why do you ask me this, every visit I grant you?”
“Because you’ve stolen a part of me.”
“You’ve forgiven me! Do you not remember? I confess, I killed--”
“You’ve taken my heart, my flower.” Vidar interrupted me, his voice hollow and aching.
“The shedding of the forest has brung harm to your innards?” I pried, unwilling to accept what naive claim he could bear.
“No, I love
I had been laboring long, restless hours due to the inability to sleep, and the extensive order of logs at last minute request. My master had specifically demanded timber from the infamous Black Forest, an ominous dungeon of ashened leaves that wailed and wretched as passersby stalked its premises. Myth speaks of my brethren, descendants of that ghastly place, in which I argue; due to the Black Forest’s limbs possessing the darkened color of the flesh I wear.
My mind was utterly numbed from sensation …show more content…
“No.” Vidar replied simply, his branch resting contently around my waist, “A man.”
“You jest.”
“Not at all, Odelia. I was once a remarkable young man.”
“I suppose the years caught up with you then?” I taunted, smirking up at the tree’s melancholy expression.
“A curse of the moon above.” Vidar sighed heavily, his branches groaning, “If only I had respected the Earth long before.” “I am not one to object.” I answered.
Silence followed for a brief period, and soon I prepared to take my leave. I watched curiously as Vidar snapped an apple from his green and laid the fruit into my palm.
“You have the ability to stay, Odelia. No one can find you in the Black Forest.” Vidar pleads.
“He’ll bring harm to me! For the last time, I must not stay with you.” I reject, forming fists at my side in utter frustration, “Why do you ask me this, every visit I grant you?”
“Because you’ve stolen a part of me.”
“You’ve forgiven me! Do you not remember? I confess, I killed--”
“You’ve taken my heart, my flower.” Vidar interrupted me, his voice hollow and aching.
“The shedding of the forest has brung harm to your innards?” I pried, unwilling to accept what naive claim he could bear.
“No, I love