It was still three hours before sunset, and the sun's rays were more pronounced in the enchanted forest; our hermin could spot very easily the trail
going through the grass. It wasn't per say a trail, but rather a way where trees weren't clogged up, but spaced rather evenly. With a big smile and a
light heart, the hermin put his front feet for the first time on the mossy ground. Then, his rear feet joined in, and our hermin finally passed
through the dreaded treshold. And great was his joy when he finally inhaled the sweet smell of the lupines, and felt the plush softness of the ground
under his feet. He ran around for awhile, dancing under the golden falls of the sun, brushing delicately the ferns, admiring the shades of the lupines
flowers. He then laid down on a round stone, and gaze upon the spectacle that was the graceful dance between the green leaves, the soft wind, and the
After awhile, he finally put himself back on his feet, and ventured on the trail, seeking the golden arch. And after a long walk, he finally found it:
an arch created by multiple birches and maples arching towards one and another, with the sun shining diagonally through it, creating a soft gold fog
on the passage. Our hermin was mesmerized by the sight, and realised a bit too lately that he was drooling. He re-composed himself and entered the
arch, walking in the glow and under the majestic trees.
And at the end of the tunnel, he saw a clearing, and at the centre of it, the biggest tree he ever set eyes upon. Lupines and ferns were surrounding
it, and a single spot of the sun's rays passed through the canopy, landing upon a smooth depression at the tree's feet.
The hermin was walking toward the spot of light, when suddenly he heard a voice from behind the tree:
"Who is there?"
Immediately, our hermin froze in horror; the voice of a wolf was well-known in the villages. Even our poor hermin feared more than anything wolves;
their ruthless and cunning personality made them terrifying creatures to oppose, and none escaped their encounters with one.
The hermin backed up from the tree, while the wolf emerged slowly from behind. He was medium-sized, lean, with a shining silvery fur; the type that
you can't outrun.
The hermin was frantically trying to find an escape route, backing even more under the stare of the wolf, who had stopped advancing and was studying
our scared protagonist. But that was what stopped our hermin of running away forever from the enchanted forest and his future: the wolf's eyes. They
were emerald green, unlike blue or yellow, and their expression was... kind. Compassionate. For the first time, the hermin didn't looked at a wolf and
saw ruthlessness and disguised friendliness; in this peculiar wolf, he saw genuine curiosity and open-friendship. So, he took the risk:
"Ummm, hey! I'm sorry if I barged into your territory; that wasn't intentional. I'm Hermin!"
He extended his left front paw and posed it upon a stone facing the tree. The wolf hesitated for a short second, and resumed walking toward the
hermin. He stopped before the stone, sat down, kindly smiled, and posed his left front paw upon the hermin's.
"I'm Wolf. Pleased to meet you!"
He released the hermin's paw, and sat back straight. The hermin hesitated too for a small second, but walked closer to the wolf and sat down.
"Okay, just tell me up straight: Are you gonna eat me?" the hermin asked the wolf.
The wolf frowned, but then he relaxed and laughed softly.
"No, no. Don't worry, I get that all the time". He calmed himself, and added: "No, see, I'm... well, don't laugh, please, but umm... I'm vegetarian."
He looked sheepishly at the hermin, waiting for his reaction. Which came about thirty seconds later, where laughter replaced shock on the hermin's
"Told you would laugh!" the wolf replied, a bit ashamed, turning back to the tree and sitting back in the depression.
"No, no!" reassured the hermin, joining the wolf and unsuccessfully trying to control his laughter. "You just gave me a big scare, and then, you
reveal you're vegetarian!"
"Yeah, I know. Not very wolfish, right?"
"Who said that? I'm vegetarian too, you know?" revealed the hermin.
"No! Come on, sit" the wolf replied, astonished, and indicating the stone facing his tree, bathed in golden rays.
"Thanks. Yeah, I've switched to vegetarianism when I've watched another hermin kill a bird's babies. I couldn't save them, and their mother was gone.
All I eat now is greens, fruits, nuts, and un-fertilized eggs".
"The same, but without the eggs. I can't stand them", replied the wolf, reaching behind the tree to grab something.
Which revealed to be a mystical instrument, only mentioned in the animals legends and fairy tales, a violin. The hermin sat straight, staring at the
carved wooden body, the curved neck, and the delicate bow, amazed at the sight of a such mystical object.
"What is that?" he whispered, in awe. "Legends speaks of it, but never what it does".
"Of course they said what it does. 'The violin permitted animals, plants, creatures, and humans to hear the thoughts of the violinist's soul; and
thus, to hear the thoughts of the soul of everyone'. That was what the legends and fairy tales said, right?"
"Yes, but how?" the hermin asked, peering closely at the instrument. "How does it connect to the soul?"
The wolf smiled and laid back comfortably against the majestic tree. He held in his left hand the end of the violin's neck, and stuck the body between
his left shoulder and his neck. Then, with a graceful pose, he held delicately the bow in his right hand, and in a fluid yet graceful motion, laid it
across the violin's body. A lamenting tune came out from the wooden instrument, and resonated throughout the forest. The same tune that the hermin
sang to the strange black cat; a tune that the hermin heard two weeks ago coming from the enchanted forest. And it all clicked.
"You... you are the forest's spirit!" the hermin realised, staring in awe at the violinist wolf, when the latter ended the song.
The wolf chuckled while reposing his instrument on the plush ground.
edit on 11-11-2013 by starheart because: (no reason given)