the rabbit
After reading nearly every book in the tower, Soren realized something was missing.
The books had told him the wonders of the world
Soren wants a real glimpse of the world.
Carefully, Soren opened a satchel he had found earlier in one of the rooms in the tower.
It was slightly worn.
Soren looked around the tower, wondering what else to bring.
Then i came to him; he wants to remember everything about the things he saw
Soren wants all of those feeling to be remembered.
He would need something to write and draw in
He stood there pondering where could he get a blank book
“I think I saw one in, uhhh, in a desk, y-yeah, a desk.”
Soren wandered through the tower looking for the desk
Until he entered into a study
“Here it is.”
Opening the drawers
“Ah ha, I knew it,” Soren said while grinning.
Inside was a small journal and a pencil
The book was made of leather; it was slightly cracking
He ran back to his satchel while holding the book over his head while cheering
He placed the journal into his satchel.
“It’s just missing one thing,” he murmured to himself.
"Food, I need food.”
So he skips down the stairs to the cellar and pick up some dried meat
Soon, for the first time in his life, he would leave the tower.
And finally see the world for himself.
Soren walked slowly through the tower, making his way toward the front door.
With every step, his legs felt heavier.
His stomach twisted, and the air suddenly felt too thick to breathe. It was as if his body itself were rejecting the idea of leaving.
He stopped for a moment, staring at the door.
Beyond it was the world.
And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure if he truly wanted to see it.
He shut his eyes and pushed the door open.
The old wood creaked as it slowly swung outward.
For a moment, Soren didn’t move.
Then he lifted his leg and carefully took his first step outside.
Cool air brushed against his face.
For the first time in his life, he was standing in the open world.
His eyes shot open.
The world stretched out before him.
It was…
Beautiful.
Soren had seen it many times through the tower windows, but this was different. Out here, the wind brushed against his skin and the sunlight warmed his face.
It wasn’t just something to look at anymore.
It was something to feel.
And he knew, deep down, that this first moment outside the tower was something he could never experience again
Soren walked down the tower’s stone steps and into the trees.
He moved slowly through the forest, taking in everything around him.
Every time he noticed a different kind of tree or bush, he stopped. Carefully, he pulled out his journal and sketched what he saw.
He wrote small notes beside the drawings, describing the feeling of the bark beneath his fingers and the texture of the leaves.
Some were rough and dry.
Others were smooth and cool.
To Soren, every plant felt like a new discovery.
Even the wind moving through the leaves fascinated him. It was a sound no book had ever truly described.
Then he heard a rustle.
Something darted across the path and into a bush beside him.
It was a rabbit
It looked like the one he had read about
The small creature stared back at him, its nose twitching in confusion.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Carefully, without breaking eye contact, Soren reached into his satchel and pulled out his journal. He quickly sketched the rabbit, his pencil moving nervously across the page.
After a moment, he searched through his satchel again and found a small piece of food. He placed it gently in his palm and slowly lowered his hand toward the rabbit.
The rabbit sniffed the air, then glanced at Soren.
After a brief pause, it hopped forward, took the food into its mouth
and ran.
After a while, the sun began to sink lower in the sky, and Soren slowly made his way back to the tower.
As he walked through the halls and climbed towards the study, he passed a window and stopped.
He stared outside, thinking.
The books he had read described animals as skittish. They were supposed to run the moment they heard something unfamiliar.
But the rabbit had stayed.
It hadn’t looked at him like he was dangerous.
It hadn’t looked at him like he was a monster.
It had looked at him the way one rabbit might look at another it had never seen before.
Like he was simply… another creature in the world.
For the first time, Soren wondered if the world might see him that way too.
Not as a monster.
But as one of them.
