Night came and Peter was still travelling through the forest. He was looking for the girl Edger had mentioned. Peter had no clues as to what she looked like but he was still searching. As he walked he felt as if the forest itself was following him. Soon the night sounds made him think of unsightly creatures. His imagination was getting to him. Come on Lightheart its nothing, nothing to worry about. It’s just creatures of the night, that’s all, yeah, nothing to worry about, he thought to himself.
He jumped when the owls hooted at him. The crickets chirped, the bats sailed by, and the wild cats meowed. Peter sat near a tree as he tried to keep himself sane. Come on Lightheart, what’s your problem? You hear all these sounds at home. Well…maybe not the wild cats but you hear everything else. Once he calmed down enough to be brave, he started searching again.
He looked behind trees. He looked over top of boulders. He looked in a cave he found. He looked under a leaf that was as big as him. Peter searched for hours until he collapsed under a huge maple tree. He closed his eyes. He could feel his arms and legs pulse as the strain of the day hit them. His eyes burned, as did his throat. His chest heaved with each breath he took. He opened one eye and he could see that dawn was just about to break.
“What am I doing out here,” he moaned.
Suddenly a small bird climbed out of a hole that was beside him. Its tail feathers were different shades of blue, same as the three on its head. He opened the other eye and took a better look at the small creature. He gave a small smile to it. It twittered happily back. He closed his eyes again but soon felt a sharp object attack his nose. His eyes snapped open to see the bird with a bit of blood on its beak.
“Why did you bite me? I did nothing to you,” said Peter, his voice coarse.
It twittered at him again.
“What do you want with me?”
It twittered again but sounded more urgent.
“Can’t you just leave me to die? Everyone else would.”
It twittered then bit his nose again.
“Hey you stupid bird, stop it!”
The tiny bird did it again. Peter fed up with being treated like that by it, got up and started to chase it. The bird ran half way around the tree and stopped. Peter caught it and stared at it. He then looked at the tree. A house was built into it. He set the bird down, still looking at the tree house. He was amazed that such a thing was out in the woods. No wonder no one could find Master Nighthawk’s hiding spot. It was built right into a tree, thought Peter excitedly.
The tiny bird pecked his foot at led him towards the wondrous creation. I guess it wants me to follow. Peter followed the bird to the house, not expecting the surprises that he’ll find inside.
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Mon Sep 15, 2008 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |
