Fic, Alice in Wonderland, (The Burly Wood) #07 moonlgight, tbl1
Title: The Burly Wood
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland, general series
Author: karen (karrenia)
Character: 'the beamish boy' whom I believe was never actually
given a name from the boy "the Jabberwocky."
Rating: general audiences
Prompt: #07 moonlight
Table: 1
word count: 563
9/50
Disclaimer: Alice and Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass
books are the original creations of Lewis Carroll as is the poem
"The Jabberwocky"; they are not mine. They belong to whomever owns his
estate now.
"The Burly Wood" by Karen
Waiting is always the hardest part, that and not the long stretches of time imagining the various disasters that could have befallen their only son.
Yet they would wait, wait as long as it took for their boy to return from his grand quest.
Of course, worry was always there to plant the seeds of doubt.
However they could not help thinking that they had a right to stop the young man.
He had seen so clearly what needed to be done, and come hail or shine he was the one to do it.
Not without a tear or two, on both the parents and the youth's part their only son had gone whistling down the lane and into the forest.
Sometimes as they lay awake in their bed, the young man's parents huddled close and whispered aloud if their fear was more of the monster that lurked in those woods, or fear of losing their boy at the hands of said monster.
The moonlight silvered the branches of the trees was quite, well, beautiful. It does more than just illuminate his path under his feet and enabled him to see all around within a good furlong or two in any given direction.
"Things are so much sharper and smoothly defined at night than they are by day," said the lad as he stood with his back against a sharp outcropping of stone that thrust up out of the ground with his hands resting upon his knees, taking a moment to consider his next move.
This deep in the forest there were no paths, one direction looked as good as the next, the air was still and a trifle hard to breath which forced him to take deep, slow breaths but he had come prepared for that, and while he rested, walked, and rested, had taken time to take several healthy swallows from his water canteen slung on the belt around his waist.
Whistling a half-remembered tune under his breath the boy pushed himself away from the stone outcropping ignoring the moss, dirt and brambles that clung to his leggings, breeches, and tunic.
Judging by the equally green and furry moss that clung like a second growth to the bark of the pine, yew, and oak trees, indicated that he was heading north, he got moving once more.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a momentary glimpse of a silvery darting shadow of a squirrel scrambling up the bark of a oak tree on the track of a cache of nuts, most likely. A few moments later he both saw and heard and owl as it streaked across the night sky far above his head.
They were not what he sought, and he put it out of his mind.
While he was well aware of the cautionary tales he had heard from the village elders, from his folks of the even grander and more dangerous creature whose haunt these woods were rumored to be; he was not afraid.
"At best, the creature is nothing more than a legend, and I will return home to the jeers and laughter of the others; at worst, the creature is
real..." he trailed off allowing for a momentary shiver of fright to travel up and down his spine. "Either way, I must see this task through to the end, bitter as it may be."
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland, general series
Author: karen (karrenia)
Character: 'the beamish boy' whom I believe was never actually
given a name from the boy "the Jabberwocky."
Rating: general audiences
Prompt: #07 moonlight
Table: 1
word count: 563
9/50
Disclaimer: Alice and Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass
books are the original creations of Lewis Carroll as is the poem
"The Jabberwocky"; they are not mine. They belong to whomever owns his
estate now.
"The Burly Wood" by Karen
Waiting is always the hardest part, that and not the long stretches of time imagining the various disasters that could have befallen their only son.
Yet they would wait, wait as long as it took for their boy to return from his grand quest.
Of course, worry was always there to plant the seeds of doubt.
However they could not help thinking that they had a right to stop the young man.
He had seen so clearly what needed to be done, and come hail or shine he was the one to do it.
Not without a tear or two, on both the parents and the youth's part their only son had gone whistling down the lane and into the forest.
Sometimes as they lay awake in their bed, the young man's parents huddled close and whispered aloud if their fear was more of the monster that lurked in those woods, or fear of losing their boy at the hands of said monster.
The moonlight silvered the branches of the trees was quite, well, beautiful. It does more than just illuminate his path under his feet and enabled him to see all around within a good furlong or two in any given direction.
"Things are so much sharper and smoothly defined at night than they are by day," said the lad as he stood with his back against a sharp outcropping of stone that thrust up out of the ground with his hands resting upon his knees, taking a moment to consider his next move.
This deep in the forest there were no paths, one direction looked as good as the next, the air was still and a trifle hard to breath which forced him to take deep, slow breaths but he had come prepared for that, and while he rested, walked, and rested, had taken time to take several healthy swallows from his water canteen slung on the belt around his waist.
Whistling a half-remembered tune under his breath the boy pushed himself away from the stone outcropping ignoring the moss, dirt and brambles that clung to his leggings, breeches, and tunic.
Judging by the equally green and furry moss that clung like a second growth to the bark of the pine, yew, and oak trees, indicated that he was heading north, he got moving once more.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a momentary glimpse of a silvery darting shadow of a squirrel scrambling up the bark of a oak tree on the track of a cache of nuts, most likely. A few moments later he both saw and heard and owl as it streaked across the night sky far above his head.
They were not what he sought, and he put it out of his mind.
While he was well aware of the cautionary tales he had heard from the village elders, from his folks of the even grander and more dangerous creature whose haunt these woods were rumored to be; he was not afraid.
"At best, the creature is nothing more than a legend, and I will return home to the jeers and laughter of the others; at worst, the creature is
real..." he trailed off allowing for a momentary shiver of fright to travel up and down his spine. "Either way, I must see this task through to the end, bitter as it may be."