Man of the Forest
Raphel frolicked in the forest. As he did this, a sudden sense of joy filled him. The forest was his home. The only one that he knew.
Everything that Raphel did was something that he learned on his own. Since he was abandoned in the forest at age 5, he had to learn all the basics all by himself. The basics to survive.
At the mature age of 18, Raphel could do this well. He crafted his own clothes and was a rather skilled hunter. He could shoot a deer within 300 yards without missing. While his speech was somewhat limited, he pretty much used it to communicate with the forest.
Suddenly, a team of strangers entered Raphel’s forest. These were intruders. Raphel didn’t know what to make of them. They were civilized and wore civilized clothes. At that moment, Raphel was faced with a challenge. Should he make friends with these outsiders, or should he kill them?
Suddenly, flashes came from the group. One of them was holding a strange box that produced flashes. Raphel didn’t know what this strange box was, but he didn’t like it.
Approaching the group at a distance, he hid himself in the woods. He grabbed one of his arrows and placed it in his bow. Placing the group in his sights, he pulled back the bow….should he let go, or should he stay his hand? Raphel didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn’t like these people intruding on his forest. The more he thought about it, the more determined he was to let go of the bow….
©2012 K. L. Walker