It was a little saddening to finally let the fox go. Even though I never expected to see it again, I kept looking for it, imagining that it would return someday. Every so often I would walk up to my large window to see if I could find the fox again, but it was never there. I’m not exactly sure why I sought after the fox, but I did. As I think about it, there was something about the fox that made me wonder, and left me seeking more of it. It was marvelous, enigmatic, and different.
After seven weeks of searching with hopes of seeing the fox again, I finally gave up. With no sign of the fox for some time, I had lost both hope and interest. In turn, I decided to focus more on my writing and illustrations in order to forget the fox.
One day, while my parents were at work, I found myself wandering the woods around my house, trying to come up with an idea for a story. As I trudged through the autumn leaves, I suddenly heard a pair of footsteps behind me. I quickly turned around to see that a golden-haired girl was following me.
The golden-haired girl, who seemed to be the same age as me, was dressed in an auburn shirt, navy blue jeans, and red tennis shoes. The instant our eyes met, she looked at me sheepishly and said, “Oh, uh… Hi.”
“Were you following me?” I asked.
“No… Well, uh… Yes, I was…” said the girl awkwardly, beginning to walk away.
“No, it’s alright, I’m not mad at you,” I explained, hoping that the girl wouldn’t run away. The girl stopped moving and looked at me with an apologetic expression on her face. “So, what’s your name?” I asked.
“Zelda,” said the girl softly.
“I’m Aaron. Nice to meet you,” I said extending an arm out to her.
Zelda cautiously advanced towards me and shook my hand, saying, “You too…”
“So, uh… are you new around here?” I asked.
“Why do you ask?” responded Zelda.
“I’ve just never seen you here before, that’s all.”
“Well, I live farther back in these woods, but I don’t explore them much.”
“Oh, OK. So what brings you out here then?”
“Nothing… I was just bored, really.” Zelda paused for a moment, and then asked, “What about you?”
“I’m usually out here so that I can be in peace.”
“Well, I hope you find it,” said Zelda as she looked up at the sky. Zelda then turned around and started to walk away again, saying, “See ya.”
Confused, I asked, “Wait, why are you leaving?”
Zelda halted and replied, “There’s a storm coming.”
As I opened my mouth to ask another question, a bolt of lightning flashed behind me and the sound of thunder rolled through the forest. When I turned around I saw that a large storm cloud had suddenly formed and was headed towards me. After I saw this, I looked back to Zelda, but she was already gone. At first I thought about trying to find Zelda, but when a second bolt of lightning roared all of a sudden, I decided to return home instead.
That night, after I returned home, I was constantly thinking about Zelda. Because no one my age has ever lived nearby before, I was curious about the girl. To some extent it was as though Zelda had breathed life into my dull world; life that had dissipated since I last saw the fox.