The Valley That Watches
The sun was really careful here it filtered through the trees and came out in little pieces that shook and spread all over the moss that covered the stones. The sun made this happen it was the sun that filtered through. It was the sun that came out in these little pieces.
The man just kept walking. He did not stop. The man walked more.. Still the man walked.
Every step King Aurelian took into the valley felt like the weight of the valleys whispered history was pushing against him.. King Aurelian kept moving forward. He did not stop. King Aurelians eyes stayed fixed on the horizon that was away. The valley seemed to be leaning close to him. It was quiet and still. It felt like the valley was alive and waiting to see what King Aurelian would do. The wind started to blow a bit. It carried the smell of earth and things that were rotting. The wind touched the edges of King Aurelians cloak. It was, like the valley was warning him to be careful.
