The bagpipers stood upon the hills, they played a minor toned song, which made you think. Solemn was their faces. A small group of men carried a casket up the hill to where the hole was. Beyond the graveyard, upon a small mound stood a stone cross. Beautiful engravings were on it.
A year ago none of these events were
forseen. So much had happened, yet even if someone tried to explain, it would seem impossible. A sense of hope and peacefulness had come upon the small community. Even though great misery had also come upon the community.
The sun rose slowly, gleaming threw the trees, it made early morning shadows dance along. Bird quietly sang from the treetops.
It was mid July and already the air was hot and humid. It was on an edge of a forest and you could hear little feet pattering along the forests leaf paved floors. The forest wasn't a dense one, but a pleasant light one, so the Sun could shine threw.
Beyond the forest to the West a slope slowly rose, green grass covered the slope for a long ways then the terrain turned to dust and craggy cliffs, rocky grounds, and beyond you could see craggy points and the highest point you could not see because of the clouds.
To the North you could see the forests edge push forward and fall back as far as eye could see. And indeed the forest stretched to a place where a cliff dropped away.
To the South after a ways the edge of the forest fell back to the East. Leaving a semi-large amount of
unforested ground. There was a peaceful lake and on the edge of it a small cabin.
This is NOT part of my worlds chronicles (at least at this point). And I do not claim this story is set in our world or in another world.
