As a way to process a bunch of BS, I thought I would try to write a fable like story. It might be a bit choppy and unrefined but I’m not worried about that. I’m trying to redeem experiences and hurt. Here’s the first part…
One day there was a young boy happy and healthy playing in the woods. The boy often played in the woods. He loved to pretend he was a knight protecting the innocent and fighting monsters. He loved to watch the animals of the forest and to feed them bits of bread or nuts. He was a boy filled with kindness, hope and love. His name was Nanku.
Nanku was playing when a woman found him in the woods. The woman was blond and young and had a soft voice that was warm to Nanku’s heart.
“Hello little boy,” the woman called, “what are you doing here in the woods all alone?”
Nanku looked up at the woman and smiled, “Oh, I’m just playing in the woods.”
“But it isn’t safe out here alone. You could get hurt.”
“No one has ever hurt me out here. The animals are nice. The woods feel safe.”
“Oh no! These woods are not safe at all. People could hurt you. Animals could hurt you. You can’t stay here by yourself. You should come with me.”
“But why? I feel fine here playing in the woods. No one has ever hurt me before.”
“But you have no idea how much danger you are in. You need to come with m. What’s your name?”
“Nanku? What a funny name that is. Come with me,” the woman stated as she reached out and grabbed Nanku’s hand and began to pull him from the woods where he was safe and happy. “You may call me Mother and you will be happy with me now.”
Nanku looked back to the woods and a tear formed in his eye and ran down his face. He would never return to the peaceful woods where he could be happy and play. He was being taken to the Abyss.