There’s very few places that I feel as comfortable as out in the deep woods. The prompt for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction reminds me of some very good times out away from people.
The forest always scared me, things moving in the shadows, and legends of creatures very unwelcoming of strangers. Here I was, though, running through the forest on my 16th birthday, more afraid of the danger from the dark strangers at the burning family farm. Ahead of me, a figure steps out from behind an ancient vine covered oak tree, armored in leather and bark. With sword drawn, the fearsome figure takes off their helmet crowned with antlers freeing a cascade of sable hair. “Have no fear, for you are charmed and under our protection and since birth have been destined for great things.”