One
The village was cold this morning, the ground covered in a thin layer of frost and ice. The brown dirt cracking and crunching beneath my feet as I ran past the brown, straw houses. One by one they disappeared from my sight, fading into the clouds. I looked straight ahead, a wide and large forest awaiting my presence, I could feel it pulling me, I could feel the power that it held and the peace that it spread. My breathing became heavier and heavier as I got closer and closer to my destination. I never realized how big this world truly is, and that I was a small piece of it. The thought of it alone caused me to stumble over my own feet and before I knew it I was face down on the ground, my nose and mouth buried in the mud. I pressed my hand on the ground, hoisting myself up onto my knees. My dirty blonde hair sticking to my face, partially blinding me. I slowly stood up, still wanting to explore the vast forest that lay beyond. I slowly started to walk forward, a smile slowly appearing on my face. There was a large opening between the trees, leading to the rest of the forest. Just as I was about to enter, I heard a small yet noticeable voice coming from the village just a few yards away, "LYLA," the voice called out. I recognized it immediately and knew that my adventure was over.
I ran back as quickly as I could, hoping that I wasn't in too much trouble. I started to slow down my pace, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of an old, brown wooden house. On the front porch stood my mother, Kate, a tall, middle-aged woman with brown hair and peachy skin. Her hair was tied back into a loose messy braided bun, her usual style. Her dress was light blue with wrinkles wrapping all around it. On her feet, were old, worn-down slippers that she had for ages.
