Lost - Sora
Sora ran up the path, following it through the forest. He moved swiftly, dodging rocks and branches. He pushed through a patch of growth and emerged in a clearing. He looked around and saw the the other. His knife flew into his hand, placing the blade between himself and the other.
The other was the one he had been told to find. He was sure of it.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Green Man. . .the keeper of these woods."
Sora's mind raced. Yes, he knew the myths, the legends, but he wasn't a god. He was human, like him.
"What's your real name?"
"I am the Green Man. . ."
They both seemed confused, the other by Sora's questions, Sora by the man's insistence. Had he forgotten his name? Or had the Fae done something to him? Brainwashed him? Or. . .
He told the Green Man what he sought. A way back to the manor house. It seemed strange to him, to be asking to be returned to his Keeper, but in the end, what alternative was there? To live out here in the woods? Then he wouldn't be able to. . .
What wouldn't he be able to do? The answer just seemed so there, just out of reach. . .
"Rest here. I will talk to the trees, and when you awaken, there will be path leading you back?"
Sora listened, and nodded. What choice was there?
You could stay here
His mind raced. There was something calling him back, but he couldn't think of it. He took a leaf as instructed, chewing on it, and laid down on the ground. His mind slipped from the boy earlier, to the Green Man, to names and thoughts and desires and dreams. . .
What am I doing here? What do I desire?
When he awoke, the trees were clear, and he began to walk, although he wasn't sure why he did it any more.