Mystic Fox - Northern Lights
By Jon Lupus
It was a brisk autumn morning, the cold air a clear sign of the coming winter ahead, a light slate-blue furred arctic fox, with violet hair, wearing a long black coat, was walking out of the corner store with his usual coffee and newspaper in hand. He took a gentle sip of the coffee, the warm blend of the coffee warming him up. Jon walked down the street to the park near the shores, he then sat on a park bench, opened the newspaper and began to read the headlines.
‘Rioting in the major cities, Government trying to take control of another industry’ Jon sighed, ‘there must be another place, why do I feel so out of place in this world? Day in and day out, it’s always the same routine, the same ol’ story.’
Jon then looks up at the sky, watching the crows fly by, there was always something interesting about them, the way they fly so free, yet they always know where to go. Jon then looked into the forest within the park.
“I’ve lived so long within the human world, perhaps I need to take a journey back to the forest; perhaps there I will find new inspiration, a new world.” Jon said to himself.
Jon walked slowly back to his flat, down the main road in the town, indifferent to the mundane surroundings. Later on, in his flat, Jon began planning his trip into the forest.
‘I don’t want to plan it too much, I want this to be on instinct,’ Jon took his map, crumpled it up, and threw it against the wall.
‘I probably should take some food,’ Jon took a box of corn flakes and a few pieces of fruit and placed it in his backpack. Jon then takes two bottles of water and places them in the backpack. Jon took two of his favorite books, a sketchbook, and a set of pencils, erasers, and a sharpener and placed them in the backpack. Jon also took a few hunting knives and a lighter, in case he needed to find food or start a campfire. To top off the ensemble, Jon packed a sleeping bag and a soft pillow in the backpack.
“I’m all ready, for what I don’t know, I guess I will know when I find it.”
Jon switched off the light in his flat and went to his bed and fell asleep.
“The forest is calling Jon…,” a mysterious voice called out. Jon was wandering through a foggy forest, when he reached a clearing, he saw a mysterious she-wolf call out to him, “Come home Jon…”
Jon awoke, he got out of bed slowly, puzzled by the dream he had last night.
‘I wonder what that was all about; there was something oddly familiar about her.’
Jon put on his coat and his backpack, and walked slowly out to the edge of town, up in the highlands, as they are called. Jon then proceeded to walk into the wilderness at the edge of town, walking through the trees, hearing the sounds of the trees rustling, the wind blowing softly, the squirrels and other small animals playing in the trees, the tranquility of not hearing the noise from the shipyard or the cars whizzing by in town. Jon breathed a sigh of peacefulness, his journey had begun.
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