Just a small short story I wrote.

Its a nice clear day, in the afternoon. Around 5, maybe 6 O'Clock. Its fairly sunny out, and there are many beams of light poking out from the treetops. I feel content with the day, and I am not really sure why I was drawn toward this forest.... Its like I just felt something was there, something would be there for me. As if something has just been missing, and I am searching for it blindly.

The trees are very long and tall, not many branches except for near the top. The forest is almost a bit magical, maybe mythical would be a better word. There are many trees. The leaves of the trees were of an odd purple colour, with the bark being a nice brown, with a small green tint to it. It was a bit of an odd colour for the trees to be, yet that fact is exactly what compelled me to continue on my journey through these woods. Looking ahead, I thought I could see the terrain changing.

The terrain seems to be changing into a bit of a path, winding around the many trees that are in the forest. It is seemingly trying to avoid the beams of light that traveled down, almost as if it could spring to life and dodge it.  It leads deep into the forest, and I see an object on the path. Upon examining the object, it seems to be an old drinking container made of an old gritty wood. It has a locked top on it, and it makes me think... Is there more to this? I pocket the container, and continue along the path.

One of the many trees that dot the forest seems to have fallen. It is one of the larger, yet older ones, hollowed out at the ends, almost enough that one could crawl through it. The old greenish wood on it has rotted down a bit, and has turned into more of a blackish-green. I proceeded to climb over the tree, and continue on my way through this forest.

After getting over the fallen tree, I spotted a peculiar key hanging on a small lone branch out in the woods. I walk over to it, and see that it is quite old, and ornate. I decide to take it, and upon grabbing it, a small memory returns to my head, of a story my father had told me. "And when the key is foun... nlock the containe.... er will be yo...." It was fairly foggy, and hard to hear. It reminded him of the container he had picked up not 20 minutes ago though. Perhaps the key goes to this...?

However, before the thought could even be finished, a hissing could be heard just in front of me.  I notice a small snake just ahead of me, lifting its head of tall in the small bit of sunlight nearby. It is quite odd in its colour, as with the rest of the forest. It has bright red scales, which seem to be shimmering in the sun like small red gems. It hissed a bit more, warning me not to go any closer to it, and I happily obeyed. I did not exactly want to deal with

Going back down the path, it comes to a little cross heading into a fenced off dwelling. The fence is quite tall, and is surrounded with hedges. At the top, it is quite pointy, and is obviously meant to keep someone, or something out. I decide to try and go through the gate, yet it is locked. I use the hedges to climb over, to get a better look.

After getting beyond the fence, I was able to examine the house in greater detail. It was quite old, and seemed like it was nearly abandoned. It was quite large, although not quite the size of a mansion. I decided I would enter the house next to examine further inside.

Upon entering the house, it was like walking into an old library. There were several old books stacked as high as the ceiling, and there were a couple of chairs by a fire place. The fire place seemed recently lit, and was still smouldering with its brightly lit flame. On my left was an entrance to another room, which had many noises which resembled that of regular house-hold cooking. I decided I would not look inside though, and that I had over-stayed my welcome.

I go out, and this time slip through the gate to get back onto the path. I felt as if I should continue along it, as if something from ahead was drawing me near. I walked along it, and a small creature hopped out of the near-by trees. It resembled something of a rabbit, yet it was shimmering an odd green. It was like the snake from before, only as if each of its little strands of fur were made of tiny emeralds. The animal then notices me, as I observed it from back on the path, and hopped toward me. It sort of looked at me, with its shiny-black eyes, and then hopped away.

I continued back along the path, thinking that I was almost at the area I had been feeling, the one that I thought was ahead. I came across a stream just trickling along-side the path, after curving in from deeper in the woods. It was of a dark-purple colour. Almost as if it was toxic. I put my finger into the water, and take a taste of it to see what it was like. It tasted unlike anything I had ever tasted before... yet it was not a bad taste. From up ahead, I saw light pouring out from the trees, thinking that it was possibly a large clearing. I continued toward it.

Upon entering the small bit of light, I stumbled a bit at the sight, nearly falling off of what I saw. I was right on the edge of a cliff, over looking a large grotto, filled with several of the odd coloured animals. There were birds whos feathers seemed to be made of small topaz, and a couple of deer drinking some of the purple water. There fur was of an odd blue colour, sort of like that of sapphire. Every animal here seemed to be made of some sort of gem, and at the back, I saw a large animal resembling a lion. It was shimmering almost every colour of the rainbow, raidiating multi-coloured light across the grotto. I decide to try and climb down the small cliff, to continue on my journey...