Thursday 22 August 2013

The Parchment - Fantasy Story

Thursday 22nd august 2013

The Parchment.

Everything Changes.
chapter 1
GAA/c 
Today the rain is pouring down, but just moving my rocking chair along the porch a little way I could stay dry. I am a person who could sit for many a long hour just watching and listening to the rain. Being hypnotised and drawn into another world. Just like I am about to do for you, draw you into a story, a prompt and I hope that you enjoy.

It happen one day many moons ago, while walking the forest path to my usual haunt, a large bridge and picnic area. But it was an Autumn day, the foliage on trees and moor land were changing colour, and the visions were out of this world.  I often walked to this place with my guitar slung over my back, sit on the riverbank and give nature a free concert. I found it frees the mind and the animals, rabbits, deer and squirrels enjoyed themselves. Some even started to bring friends. Each time I played more and more turned up to listen and maybe dance.  This one particular day while walking the small gravel path, I could an elderly couple walking in front of me, approximately 100 paces ahead. The speed they were walking I knew I would be up with them shortly.  I decided to slow a little, not sure why, but did so all the same. As the bend was turned that brought the bridge into view, the female seemed to drop something, a paper by the way it floated to the ground. They disappeared around the bend, I came to and picked up the paper. An old looking piece of paper, maybe a parchment. Unfolding it I read the words that were written on it.  Written in old English, and slightly browned with age, but the words were readable. Deciding that this was valuable and meaningful to the couple I made an effort to catch them and hand it back. Not being a healthy person I just upped my walking pace, knowing there was nowhere these people could go. They were and elderly stooping couple, the man with a walking stick, so how hard could it be.
As I turned the bend, expecting to see them, imagine my shock when they were not visible. There was nowhere for them to hide. If I forget the fact that they were elderly and not being able to run or fly or whatever other way, could they vanish. The moor was flat, with a few distant bushes and small crab apple trees, the path I was on led straight to the bridge, which I could now see. Turning round and round, tripping as I did so, they could  not be seen. Checking behind a few gorse bushes along side the path, but all in vain. I was confusing myself now trying to work out what had happened. I continued to the bridge, and found what I expected on my setting out this morning, I was alone.
After an hour or two looking around for the elderly couple, not finding them, I decided to give up. I sat down on the river bank, dangling my legs over the bank and brushing my feet along the waters surface.  Playing my guitar, and within a short while all my usual audience appeared. Rabbits on the far bank, birds in the trees, and some ducks paddling near my feet. Squirrels came bobbing tails, and nervous movements, eventually sitting at a safe distance.  I continued playing, fully engrossed, absorbed within my music, the sounds travelling out and enveloping all that was nearby. The more I played the deeper in thought I went. The magic of the sounds, echoing and bouncing off the trees and returning with the sound of nature. What seemed like hours, and my fingers beginning to burn I looked up and stopped playing. The animals and birds were everywhere, deer and horses side by side, birds on every branch in the trees surrounding me. Rabbits and squirrels, badgers and hares on both river banks, all hypnotised with the sounds that were still echoing through the woodland.  I pulled out the parchment and re-read it.                          "I pray your music will be heard by the floating dream reaching the seeker. Bringing them and the seeker together in harmony. For the creatures of the earth will listen and unite. They will, seek the music, and enrich the chosen life, YOU."  





Follow their Smell

Chapter 2.
The parchment, I read several times, and still did not really understand it. Yes there were a large amount of creatures surrounding me and listening to my music. But how was this working and why? After an hour of continuous play I had decided to take a break, my fingers were aching and I was entrancing myself along with the creatures.  As soon as I stopped, the animals and birds slowly moved away into the forest and disappeared. With in a few minutes I was alone.  I needed to quench my thirst, I walked to the shingle bank,  bent down and scooped a cupped handful of water. Lovely clear fresh sweet tasting water. As I sipped my second handful a vision caught my eye, I quickly jumped back, startled, the glowing small white deer standing on the opposite bank watching me. Not moving, statue like, with a light glow surrounding him.  I stood quickly, surprised at what I was looking at, staring back at him, both hypnotized with each other. I had not noticed him before, was he a magical creature of the forest, hardly ever seen but the stories are rife.
Breaking the entrancing stare I turned and headed back to my guitar and my small part of the river bank. I sat down and looked again, he was still there looking and not moving. Now accepting the deer and the sight I decided to rethink about how I was to find the elderly couple.  For some unknown reason I got up and wandered about the area. I passed the bridge, and walked over the track to other side,  nothing apart from a few ducks in the water and the noise of the flowing current. The plush green grassy bank, some blackberry bushes and gorse, further back the beech trees with gorse and fern around their base. Still nothing, I wandered into the wood and weaved between the trees and avoided the prickly gorse, turning to walk parallel to the river and came out just up the bank from where my guitar was laying. Starting to walk back, two foxes appeared and stood next to the guitar. I approached slowly, not sure if it was because I did not want to scare them, or because I was the one that was scared.  Closer, they stood their ground, almost able to touch them and still they remained. All the time their eyes were fixed on me.

“If you want to find the Lord and Lady of the Forest then follow us. We have their smell, their aroma, and they have gone this way. They will be at the Forest Village, but will only be found if they wish it”  I could not believe what I just heard. Then another voice spoke, a more feminine sound, “We must move now while the scent is still fresh, come Sir G follow now.” the other fox spoke. I was so stunned and as if  under a spell I picked up my guitar and followed the two foxes. I noticed that the glowing deer was ambling slowly along on the opposite river bank.  The foxes padding faster, and I was struggling to keep up. “We must not lose the smell of the Lord and Lady of the Forest, so keep close.”