Become a Fan
By Adam Altman
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
This was one of my stories based on something that happened in my youth. I thought this story would be nice to include here.
Me and my friend Mike... well, I guess you could say we are adventurous lads. We like to explore the woods. It is fun to pretend that trees are goblins, and their leaves are poisonous daggers if we touch them. We pretend that we are warriors or wizards on a dangerous adventure. Boys’ stuff, boys’ adventures. We often do this, but somehow it felt different today.
Mike called to me. “George, let’s go. I feel like a dragon is waiting for us. We will handle him!”
I laughed, trying to keep my fears from showing. I ran after Mike who had already entered the trails. “Let the monsters beware,” I said.
At first, nothing was different today. It was a beautiful day for exploring. The sun was bright, and the sky was blue. I even saw a cardinal fly a few feet above my head. Maybe everything was all right after all.
While I searched the terrain for danger, Mike had already found it. He was blocking a branch of a tree with his staff, making sure that none of the leaves hit him. I picked up another long stick, used it as my sword, and charged the tree. I smashed the tree, but my sword broke in half. “Mike, the king goblin’s armor has broken my sword. I think I hurt him, but he’s angry.” A sudden gust of wind blew my hair back as if the goblin was attacking.
“Don’t worry,” Mike replied. He blocked the branch once more. Then he fell to his knees. “Aka Ala Bannam!” As he finished his spell, he threw a rock at the tree. “Boom! My fireball has destroyed this fiend.” Mike jumped up. “Let’s go. More adventures await us.”
For the next few hours, I forgot my initial fear and enjoyed our exploring and creative adventures. At the waterfall, Mike fought the water dragon while I fended off the water moccasin. At the huge elm tree, we found a treasure of gold and gems that was actually an assortment of colorful rocks. At the fork in the dirt trail, we heard the noises of trolls in the usual direction we took, so we went the other way.
After a while, we came across some bushes we had never seen. We plodded across the unknown terrain as if it was just another obstacle on our way to glory. We laughed the pain off when thorns pricked us.
But after a while, the sun seemed less bright than it had been. “Where are we?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” replied Mike. “But we can’t be that far.”
We continued to walk as the light diminished. Soon, we realized we were utterly lost. Night was almost here, and we were frightened. New sounds of the night replaced those of the day. I did not see any more cardinals and did not hear other birds chirping. However, I did hear an owl hoot, and I thought I heard a wolf howling. When I heard another noise and felt as if a bear would jump out at us, I asked my friend what he had heard.
Mike looked around cautiously. I could see his fear in his eyes and in the way he walked. “Something’s out there,” he said. But nothing appeared as we continued to wander. By now, darkness threatened our every move.
“If we don’t find our way out soon, we could be food for the wolves... or ghosts will get us!” I screamed. Mike said nothing, but his every movement showed his fear. We were no longer brave. We were no longer heroes.
I heard more rustling sounds coming from the bushes as the last of the light faded. Mike turned to see what it was. “A big black thing!” he yelled.
“A bear!” I screamed seconds afterwards.
I ran faster than I thought I could, and Mike did not lag behind. I heard the bulky black thing (I can never be sure it was actually a bear) scrambling after us. We darted through the bushes, getting pricked by thorns. I narrowly escaped smashing into the branch of a tree. Luckily, the bear, or whatever it was, stopped chasing us, or we had out run it. Now, I heard nothing except my own breathing. I collapsed into a bush.
As I got back to my knees, I looked around. We were twenty feet from where we had first strayed from our usual trail. I was about to tell Mike when I saw him laughing. He knew where we were. “One huge circle,” I said. “We looped around in one huge circle!”
I guess we’re not who we thought we were. I guess we only have the adventurous spirit, but we’re not true adventurers. Now that I think about it, that animal probably wasn’t even a bear. It was probably a squirrel or something. Me and Mike... well, we laughed at what happened, helping us to remember not to be so fearful again.
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