Morgan PART. 1
When Morgan was a young child, not much older than 7 months,
He and his mother wandered into a forest to eat lunch. A picnic his mother said, after lunch my
memory gets I little fuzzy, but the last thing Morgan remembered, he had been
looking up at the heavens, it was dark then. As difficult as it was for a child
of his age he sat up to scan his surroundings, dark pines, salal brush and
ferns covered the boarders of the clearing he sat. For hours he sat in confusion,
For his mother was nowhere in sight, he stayed there for a
while. His eyes began to draw heavy, right before he could close his eyes to
sleep, for from the brush behind him there came a ripple of noise, the snap of
twigs, and leafs made the small child stir, suddenly from a bush, there jaunted
a hog, and then another, the first hog looked at right at Morgan, for what felt
like hours they observed each other’s eyes, the swine moved closer to the child
keeping eye contact, it sniffed the boys hair, the child mimicking the gesture,
sniffed back, then the hog leaned down and grabbed the boy with his snout by
the cloth of his shirt, the child giggled with joy. Then the swine jaunted
along back into the brush with the baby hanging from its mouth.
When he awoke, sounds echoed from the darkness that surrounded
him, the sound of hooves clacking on stone, huffs and snorts shook the cold
ground below. Morgan crawled along in complete black for an hour. At last when
small Morgan submerged from what felt like an eternity of darkness, he saw the
earth white and cold, early winter had just begun, sheets of frost and ice
covered this beautiful land, the trees coated in white. He began his way
towards the mouth of the cave, his breaths turning to a frosted vapor that
whirled before his eyes. The snow below him sunk beneath his knees. Morgan
looked up, to his surprise the boars from the forest had come back from a hunt,
in one’s mouth the throat of a mule hung lifeless and cold, its eyes fogged
with death, beneath the mule a hot sheen of red tarnished the white below.
The boar from the night before stopped before Morgan, only to
return to the others in the cave.
Morgan took one last look at the world before returning as
well into the dark, there a litter of hogs lay amongst themselves, all huddled
to their mother. Morgan started to shake from the cold, he felt a breath shoot
down his back, he turned and saw the hog again, it picked up Morgan and dropped
him amongst the litter, he felt the warmth surrounding him, and Morgan felt at
home.
Years past…
Morgan, during his time with the boars, learned to hunt and
care for the pack. While he hunted in the forest of Dentev, he found himself
lost, he took shelter at the base of a tree, in the morning he continued to
travel, soon he found… Thyne…
(to be continued...)
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