Sha
Doth thou even Liftith?
@Mortal Recoil
Silhouetted in the distance were the shadows of Eldergreen. The forest loomed behind the short buildings, covering it in a shadow against the still-rising sun behind it. Nestled there between the trees which created a horseshoe around the village sat the homes of simple families of simple means living simple lives. The sort of life Lucas once wanted to escape. The sort of life Lucas now wanted more than anything. A shiver crawled down the back of his neck as he sat upon his horse in the chilly, morning air while he quietly watched the village which seemed to slowly wake from its slumber.
A painful grin swept briefly across his face while he peered down at the smoke rising slowly from a few homes. The church bell chimed and, with that as their cue, villagers moved to the church. The place could not have been home to more than 200 inhabitants and it seemed all of them were wandering into the church as that bell chimed. The small dots which were briefly scattered about the village now congregated towards the entrance beneath the steeple.
Lucas breathed in deeply. Surely he would recognize some of the faces he was about to see, but what scared him was the prospect of them recognizing him. He had changed so much since he left all those years ago, but it is a strange thing how the ambiance and particular facial expressions of man can give him away – especially in a place as tight-knit as this. The stillness was broken as Lucas kicked his heals against the belly of horse. It gave a snort in the way horses do and walked lazily onward. Lucas was in no particular hurry, in fact, the man was starting to deeply regret his decision to return.
“Why am I here?” He questioned in thought, “Closure? No, I haven’t done anything which should need closure. We were so young – it wasn’t, I-“ His thoughts ceased as though they had a will of their own. Lucas coughed and wiped his nose with a handkerchief from his left coat pocket. The horse was slow to carry him to the outer-boundary of the village and with every step he questioned turning around, but with every step he felt drawn forward. He had come this far, he was resolute. He would see those he left behind, he would see… He would see them all.
“It will be nice to see everyone, again,” He lied to himself. It had been some time since he had looked down upon the dots which freckled the village like ants about an anthill. During his ride down the hill he had heard the church bell chime again indicating the services had ended. The village was bustling, well, as bustling as 200 people can be. Now he sat on horseback at the entrance to his old home. Staring in with his usual look of happy-apathy he felt himself unable to move in the still warming air.
Silhouetted in the distance were the shadows of Eldergreen. The forest loomed behind the short buildings, covering it in a shadow against the still-rising sun behind it. Nestled there between the trees which created a horseshoe around the village sat the homes of simple families of simple means living simple lives. The sort of life Lucas once wanted to escape. The sort of life Lucas now wanted more than anything. A shiver crawled down the back of his neck as he sat upon his horse in the chilly, morning air while he quietly watched the village which seemed to slowly wake from its slumber.
A painful grin swept briefly across his face while he peered down at the smoke rising slowly from a few homes. The church bell chimed and, with that as their cue, villagers moved to the church. The place could not have been home to more than 200 inhabitants and it seemed all of them were wandering into the church as that bell chimed. The small dots which were briefly scattered about the village now congregated towards the entrance beneath the steeple.
Lucas breathed in deeply. Surely he would recognize some of the faces he was about to see, but what scared him was the prospect of them recognizing him. He had changed so much since he left all those years ago, but it is a strange thing how the ambiance and particular facial expressions of man can give him away – especially in a place as tight-knit as this. The stillness was broken as Lucas kicked his heals against the belly of horse. It gave a snort in the way horses do and walked lazily onward. Lucas was in no particular hurry, in fact, the man was starting to deeply regret his decision to return.
“Why am I here?” He questioned in thought, “Closure? No, I haven’t done anything which should need closure. We were so young – it wasn’t, I-“ His thoughts ceased as though they had a will of their own. Lucas coughed and wiped his nose with a handkerchief from his left coat pocket. The horse was slow to carry him to the outer-boundary of the village and with every step he questioned turning around, but with every step he felt drawn forward. He had come this far, he was resolute. He would see those he left behind, he would see… He would see them all.
“It will be nice to see everyone, again,” He lied to himself. It had been some time since he had looked down upon the dots which freckled the village like ants about an anthill. During his ride down the hill he had heard the church bell chime again indicating the services had ended. The village was bustling, well, as bustling as 200 people can be. Now he sat on horseback at the entrance to his old home. Staring in with his usual look of happy-apathy he felt himself unable to move in the still warming air.
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