A Magical place - The Path

Fern Looked at the open sky. The stars were shining bright. A soft breeze moved her hair leaving behind a wild mess. She shivered a little. Her pajamas were not very warm for a cold night like this. Maybe, just maybe she should close the book of stories and go back to bed. No, she was a stubborn little child. she pulled her dark hair back in an effort to fix the mess done by the wind. The path was in front of her, ready to take her into the woods. She heard grandmas snoring again. No, she was not going back. Fern took few small steps, testing her own bravery. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her body, excitement and fear intermixed with her own perceptions of right and wrong. She thought about school. She did not care for it, she did not wanted to go, why should she?


Her steps were now more firm, more secure, she was sure that she wanted to disobey. She wanted to run away and do whatever and find that special magical place were she was sure she belonged to...now she was running. Nobody could stop her. She felt free as the wind.  Her heart was beating fast now. Fern focused in keeping the running rhythm, putting one foot in front of the other, and she was soon inside the dense woods, and as she advanced, the woods were getting darker and darker, until she could no longer see any stars in the sky.


After a while her feet hurt. She finally did a halt and looked around. She remembered then that grandma had read: "only special souls could make it into the magical place". A fear took over: was her soul "special"? She thought about turning back. She should. She should stop right there, she was still on time. Fern hesitated. Her instincts were trying to take over...but she was not a good listener. She turned around for a moment. Behind her the path was almost gone...completely darkened by the woods now. She took a couple of steps, pretending to want to return, but deep down she did not want to go back. She could stay there forever...except, she did not like the darkness. But if she could just wait until the sun came back, she would be happy. No one to tell her what to do, where to go...She turned back to face the path and started walking forward her objective again. Where was that magical place? how long would take her to get there? Grandma did not said. The path seemed long, very long...
As she moved forward, she grow tired and tired. She did not remember at what point she sat under a tree and fall asleep. In her sleep she could hear grandma snoring again. the wind was colder now and she shivered again as she curled...the floor was hard and cold...the magic placed seemed so far away. In her dreams she felt lonely and sad. The path surely will take her to that magic place, you will see...