"In a world so far away at the end of a closing araw a little child was born and raised deep in the forest on a hidden place mother never saw his face."
The kid was an accident, the product of a wild Friday night party. A one night stand. His mother hadn't wanted him but she, despite all the evils she had done could not bring herself to kill a baby boy who hadn't even a chance at life. Darcy carried the baby to full term but out of fear and a bit of distaste she had left the newborn on a stump in the middle of the forest. sa pamamagitan ng nothing short of a miracle the boy was found and raised sa pamamagitan ng the things of that dwelled the forest at night. He always assumed he was the child of a puno or the spawn of a moss covered rock. Was such even possible? He liked to think so, because being the son of a plant was so much madami exciting than being the son or a human or fairy, or even a witch.
"Ancient spirits of the forest made him king of elves and trees he was the only human being who lived in harmony in perfect harmony."
It was at the age of 12 that the puno imps and earth spirits decided to name the boy Adair. He'd rule over and look after the nature he'd been surrounded by. He was the first, and only human child to become one with the life around him. Even the nature mga engkanto hadn't accomplished such. Maybe he was the son of a nature fairy. He still fancied the idea that he was born from an oak tree.
"The woods protected were fulfilled his needs
prutas sa pamamagitan ng birds, honey sa pamamagitan ng bees he found shelter under trees he grew up in their company they became his family."
Three years after, the boy--perched upon the branch of a puno sucking on the nectar of some blue dotted pear--came across a particular scene; three young witches seeking shelter in one of the nearby caves, discussing plans to rule and conquer. The imps...his family would pag-ibig to hear of this. He hopped down from the puno and passed the message to a humming bird (that lot were notorious gossipers). And sure enough the word spread to the bees and then to the elves and right back to Adair's own ear. And from the former king he received a simple command; "Do not let them take this forest."
"A thousand seasons they passed him sa pamamagitan ng so many times, have sinabi goodbye and when the spirits called out his name to sumali forever, forever to stay a forest spirit he became."
And so Adair leaped from the puno to the ground below. He came to the witches in need of a home. He took the youngest sa pamamagitan ng the hand and offered them one. The eldest was quick to refuse the offer. They had madami important things to do than trifle with some 'nature crazed wild boy.' But Adair wasn't so easily detoured, he came to them every night, offer still intact. One night when the moon was new he came upon Darcy, the one who hadn't spoken much to him at all--for her sisters usually spoke up first. It was on that night that Darcy looked her son in the eyes for the first time since dropping him off in that forest. She didn't see it; the familiar hazel of his eyes nor nor the silky brown of his hair. Adair didn't seem to catch it either. It wasn't until the two began making conversation that either began to suspect a thing.One thing lead to another (they seemed to have much in common) and then Darcy found herself talking about one wild Friday night. Adair had to admit he was a little--okay very much disappointed--that he wasn't the son of an oak puno as he had told his mother somewhere towards the beginning of the conversation. And he had no clue how he'd tell her. At dawn, as always he bid his farewells and sprung himself back into the bushes before his two aunts awoke. Darcy found herself staring, strangely intrigued as he dashed off. She wanted to follow this Adair and make him feel loved, to give him a real mom. Perhaps it would fill the void left behind when she dropped her own son off in the woods. She had no clue why she let Stormy convince her to get rid of the baby.
Only a few yards into the forest Adair found himself pacing back and forth; "Um...so yeah...I think I'm your son...No no no, that won't do. uy mom, how's it going. No, that won't work either. So remember that baby you were telling me about..." with a frustrated grunt the boy let himself fall to the mossy dirt path (in a criss tumawid position) resting his chin in his hands. The imps came to him trying to console him, only to be brushed away with a "you don't understand." Adair lie there for a considerable amount of time before wandering to the stump he was left upon. Before his eyes stood a magnificent woman with a dress of ivy and holly. She smiled softly at him, speaking no words at all. But somehow he knew what he had to do. He'd bring his mother and his sisters to this very stump and tell them of the creatures that raised him, one way or another he'd get all three to live beside him, and eventually--after the witches too became spirits of the forest--the truth would speak itself.
Adair went to his mother...
The kid was an accident, the product of a wild Friday night party. A one night stand. His mother hadn't wanted him but she, despite all the evils she had done could not bring herself to kill a baby boy who hadn't even a chance at life. Darcy carried the baby to full term but out of fear and a bit of distaste she had left the newborn on a stump in the middle of the forest. sa pamamagitan ng nothing short of a miracle the boy was found and raised sa pamamagitan ng the things of that dwelled the forest at night. He always assumed he was the child of a puno or the spawn of a moss covered rock. Was such even possible? He liked to think so, because being the son of a plant was so much madami exciting than being the son or a human or fairy, or even a witch.
"Ancient spirits of the forest made him king of elves and trees he was the only human being who lived in harmony in perfect harmony."
It was at the age of 12 that the puno imps and earth spirits decided to name the boy Adair. He'd rule over and look after the nature he'd been surrounded by. He was the first, and only human child to become one with the life around him. Even the nature mga engkanto hadn't accomplished such. Maybe he was the son of a nature fairy. He still fancied the idea that he was born from an oak tree.
"The woods protected were fulfilled his needs
prutas sa pamamagitan ng birds, honey sa pamamagitan ng bees he found shelter under trees he grew up in their company they became his family."
Three years after, the boy--perched upon the branch of a puno sucking on the nectar of some blue dotted pear--came across a particular scene; three young witches seeking shelter in one of the nearby caves, discussing plans to rule and conquer. The imps...his family would pag-ibig to hear of this. He hopped down from the puno and passed the message to a humming bird (that lot were notorious gossipers). And sure enough the word spread to the bees and then to the elves and right back to Adair's own ear. And from the former king he received a simple command; "Do not let them take this forest."
"A thousand seasons they passed him sa pamamagitan ng so many times, have sinabi goodbye and when the spirits called out his name to sumali forever, forever to stay a forest spirit he became."
And so Adair leaped from the puno to the ground below. He came to the witches in need of a home. He took the youngest sa pamamagitan ng the hand and offered them one. The eldest was quick to refuse the offer. They had madami important things to do than trifle with some 'nature crazed wild boy.' But Adair wasn't so easily detoured, he came to them every night, offer still intact. One night when the moon was new he came upon Darcy, the one who hadn't spoken much to him at all--for her sisters usually spoke up first. It was on that night that Darcy looked her son in the eyes for the first time since dropping him off in that forest. She didn't see it; the familiar hazel of his eyes nor nor the silky brown of his hair. Adair didn't seem to catch it either. It wasn't until the two began making conversation that either began to suspect a thing.One thing lead to another (they seemed to have much in common) and then Darcy found herself talking about one wild Friday night. Adair had to admit he was a little--okay very much disappointed--that he wasn't the son of an oak puno as he had told his mother somewhere towards the beginning of the conversation. And he had no clue how he'd tell her. At dawn, as always he bid his farewells and sprung himself back into the bushes before his two aunts awoke. Darcy found herself staring, strangely intrigued as he dashed off. She wanted to follow this Adair and make him feel loved, to give him a real mom. Perhaps it would fill the void left behind when she dropped her own son off in the woods. She had no clue why she let Stormy convince her to get rid of the baby.
Only a few yards into the forest Adair found himself pacing back and forth; "Um...so yeah...I think I'm your son...No no no, that won't do. uy mom, how's it going. No, that won't work either. So remember that baby you were telling me about..." with a frustrated grunt the boy let himself fall to the mossy dirt path (in a criss tumawid position) resting his chin in his hands. The imps came to him trying to console him, only to be brushed away with a "you don't understand." Adair lie there for a considerable amount of time before wandering to the stump he was left upon. Before his eyes stood a magnificent woman with a dress of ivy and holly. She smiled softly at him, speaking no words at all. But somehow he knew what he had to do. He'd bring his mother and his sisters to this very stump and tell them of the creatures that raised him, one way or another he'd get all three to live beside him, and eventually--after the witches too became spirits of the forest--the truth would speak itself.
Adair went to his mother...
