The Fall sunlight broke through the trees illuminating the wet forest floor and lifting the damp morning dew into the air. Saturated moss warmly glistened in the eyes and crispy fresh air enticed the nostrils. Anyone could forget that heavy rains had recently washed over the land. A gentle gust of wind disturbed the tranquillity and yellow, orange, and red leaves danced happily through the air.
Regardless, he marched on. Deeper and deeper into the forest, approaching his destination step by step.
“Halt,” the young King suddenly commanded his escorts, waving his right hand, “I won’t need your protection for this part.”
Then he pushed onward alone, through narrow muddy paths, obstructed by branches that had grown variously over time. But he didn’t mind it, nature wasn’t supposed to be structured, he had enough of that in his palace. He was close now, and the sound of splashing water got louder with every step. A few more steps and he could finally sit and forget about his endless responsibilities for a moment.
“Just a little closer to the edge… that view, just…“
Creak
…and then a misplaced footfall made him stray, down the cliff to their dismay.
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