WIP
There once was a young boy. This is not entirely unusual, as there are many young boys at various periods of time. But this boy was special. You couldn't tell by looking at him, with his shaggy brown hair and the simple clothes he wore while watching his father's goats. His blue eyes did not sparkle with an unnatural gleam, and his smile was nothing more than just that.
His father's farm sat well away from the city, and so the boy didn't have many friends. He would speak to the goats as if they were human. He'd call to them, and ask what they wished to do. The goats paid him no attention, idly chomping away at the grass underfoot. The boy would sigh, and sit beneath the trees, and stare at clouds, imagining they were rabbits and lions, gryphons and pegasii. From time to time, he even thought he saw a real pegasus flying in the sky. He'd shout excitedly, disturbing the goats, who would go right back to grazing and ignore his calling up to the pegasus in the sky.
On a day like any other, the boy was sitting under his favorite tree, looking up at a sky with cotton clouds. His eyes began to droop, and more than once he shook himself awake. A lone goat wandered up to the tree, lazily eating grass, and stood before the boy. He paid the creature no mind until, suddenly, one of its horns fell off. It thudded to the ground, snapping the boy awake. For a while, he simply stared at it, and then panic began to flood into his chest. What would his father think if he found the goat had begun losing parts of its body?
He scrambled forward, closing a small hand around the horn and picking it up. He jabbed the tip of it at the spot on the goat's head that it had fallen off, as if it would magically reattach itself. The goat simply turned its head toward him, its mouth never stopping, and began walking down away from the tree, leaving the boy holding the horn and staring after it.
For a reason he couldn't understand, he lifted the other tip to his lips, and blew. The horn had a small opening, and was hollow, and a great bellowing call came forth. Instantly, the goats in the rolling hills around him turned their heads toward him, and began wandering towards the tree.
His father's farm sat well away from the city, and so the boy didn't have many friends. He would speak to the goats as if they were human. He'd call to them, and ask what they wished to do. The goats paid him no attention, idly chomping away at the grass underfoot. The boy would sigh, and sit beneath the trees, and stare at clouds, imagining they were rabbits and lions, gryphons and pegasii. From time to time, he even thought he saw a real pegasus flying in the sky. He'd shout excitedly, disturbing the goats, who would go right back to grazing and ignore his calling up to the pegasus in the sky.
On a day like any other, the boy was sitting under his favorite tree, looking up at a sky with cotton clouds. His eyes began to droop, and more than once he shook himself awake. A lone goat wandered up to the tree, lazily eating grass, and stood before the boy. He paid the creature no mind until, suddenly, one of its horns fell off. It thudded to the ground, snapping the boy awake. For a while, he simply stared at it, and then panic began to flood into his chest. What would his father think if he found the goat had begun losing parts of its body?
He scrambled forward, closing a small hand around the horn and picking it up. He jabbed the tip of it at the spot on the goat's head that it had fallen off, as if it would magically reattach itself. The goat simply turned its head toward him, its mouth never stopping, and began walking down away from the tree, leaving the boy holding the horn and staring after it.
For a reason he couldn't understand, he lifted the other tip to his lips, and blew. The horn had a small opening, and was hollow, and a great bellowing call came forth. Instantly, the goats in the rolling hills around him turned their heads toward him, and began wandering towards the tree.