Forward dated: Oct 19th
Of one thing, Mako was certain. If he was told to do one thing, the boy was sure to do the opposite. On an earlier outing with his mother in the Red Fern Forest, he had noticed little animal skulls dangling from branches, or propped up in the crook of a tree trunk. His mom had warned him not to go past them, simply stating that anything beyond there wasn't worth seeing. Unfortunately his mother's tact of trying to make it sound boring hadn't worked. He wasn't stupid, she wouldn't tell him not to go somewhere for no reason. There had to be something there.
Mako left that morning, mentioning offhand that he was only going to go to the creek just at the border. Making sure no one was following him, most of all his loudmouth sister who would no doubt spill the beans, he snuck past the borders and off into the northern forests. He remembered the route for the most part, follow the creek and take a turn before it split. The skulls would show him the rest of the way.
The heavy snows concealed the carpet of bones that he walked over, but couldn't hide the little skulls and bones tucked against trees or draped along low hanging branches. He shivered, from the cold, he told himself, he wasn't afraid! He pressed onward to a clearing, finding at the middle of the grove a sizable mound, where the recent snowfall had yet to entirely cover the skeletons that made up the hill. Mako gaped for a moment. He was right! There was something here!
Mako yipped, clambering up to the top of the bony mountain. On his way up he swiftly picked up a deer femur to brandish aloft like it was a scepter. The boy positioned himself at the top of the bone pile, settling his rump down and holding his head high as he surveyed his new kingdom. All that stared back at him were empty eye sockets, and somewhere a wood mouse could be heard ruffling through the refuse. Mako snorted, this would not do! He had a throne, but if he was to be the king, he would need subjects.
(This post was last modified: Oct 17, 2016, 12:25 AM by Mako.)