He sings in the summer sunlight to the cloudless summer skies;
His head is crowned with sunlight and the heavens match his eyes.
All the wildwood seems to listen to the singer's gladsome voice.
He sings in summer sunlight and all those who hear rejoice.
His eyes slowly cracked open as dawn's rays washed over his face.
Ah, another day, another twelve candlemarks until I am forced back to an involuntary sleep. He smiled grimly. Life is looking up already.
He slowly stood up and brushed of the dirt that had collected during the night.
At least the mage had enough decency to curse me to day; night would make it twice as depressive as it is now. Oh well, unless it become a mage—and a stronger one than the one I was cursed by—I am stuck to do this eternal cycle.
Than a new thought occurred to him.
What if I find a mage who is more powerful than the one that cursed me, than the spell should be broken, shouldn't it…? But to go traveling with the curse is suicide. I may have run from people, but I haven't forgotten how cruel some can act.
He looked down.
Than I am cursed, and stuck. But that isn't anything new…
He shook his head in an unsuccessful attempt to get the depressive thoughts out of his heads. He sighed and simply started walking into the woodlands, to a lake he had found two weeks ago. It was the most stunning at dawn and he hurried to reach it. After ten minutes of tramping in the woods, he reached it.
The pale golden rays simmered on the surface of the water, making it look alive. He could see the green plants waving in sync with the shallow water. He sat own on a nearby rock and started singing. He sung, he sung of grief and pain and loss, as it fitted his mood. Unseen, woodland creatures gathered around him, in a trance, spell-bound by his music.
As the last clear notes slowly faded away, he opened his eyes. Gathered around him were the woodland creatures, just starting to get out of their trances. But they didn't leave when he stopped, and he smiled.
I am not so alone as I thought, after all…