The forester in the village was an influent and well respected but also feared man in the community. He is known to be a little volatile and he is also well known for the favors he does, he is also a lumberjack.
One day the forester was send into the forest by the mayor to cut an old tree from an empty open field that was in risk of beeing struck by lightining during a thunderstorm, and that could cause a pretty nasty fire that would be a pain to extinguish.
As the man got ready to leave he encountered his daughter Silvia, a beautifull girl but quite pale with big dark circles under her eyes, the father gazed at his daughter and she freezed before greeting him. On the way to the forest he looked around at the villagers, some were his neighbours, some his friends, some his enemies but they all seemed to either pretend they did not see him or to greet him a little too friendly
It was autumn but it seemed like summer, there were no leafs fallen in the village and the trees were quite green, the temperature was hight, too hot for autum but also green and not soo green grass everywhere.
As the lumberjack entered the forest, or lack there off, all the trees seemed to look a little unhealthy like they were poisoned, they had brown leafs, the branches fallen and they looked a little too young, perfect to be cut for wood the forester thought.
As he made it deeper into the forest the trees seemed to dissapear, only young frail ones were to be seen and empty patches of land that looked uncanny in the middle of the forest, some of them were old, so old that bushes formed where once trees stood.
As he arrived in a open flat field he could see the old tree siting alone, from afar it seemed like it was towering over everything else, the man gazed at it in a thrance as he made his way to it.
When he arrived, he stood in front of the tree, the tree towering over him, he gripped his axe tightly in his hands as he continued to look at the tree, gazing at it he felt soo uneasy, looking up seeing how tall it is he felt dizzy and only one thought rang in his head...how did I miss it? It was probably beacuse those types of trees are procted under the law and can be cut only in specific cases like this.
The tree surpassed the man in age by decades, if not even centuries, he was mezmerized by it, truly and utterly by the cracks of the tree , their pattern, he saw faces in them , he saw ants crawiling over the tree , the moss on it, the heavy thick branches all of it made him uneasy, he gripped his axe tighter so tights that his fists turned white.
He gazed at the patterns, at the ants, at the crack and they gazed back at him, he shouted in terror "THIS CAN'T BE" as the faces blinked and gazed back at him...they looked angry, dissapointed, dreadfull even but then enraged "I must be imagining things..." the faces open their mouths and he understood, he felt dreadfull the faces disspared he was indeed imagining things but he was still looking at the tree, he felt guilty for what he has done to the forest..how he beat the forest, how many times he RAPED the forest, he was disgusted at himself
He lifted the axe in the air, he prepared himself then he felt uneasy once again..as he gazed at the tree, the tree gazed back at him, as the tree was an object in open space to be gazed at he was also one, this must certenly imply there was something above him also, then abrubtly with a swift motion of the axe the tree has decapitated him and he was left bleeding next to it, his blood moisturizing the tree hydrating the roots, then the faces of the tree rejoyced. The power dynamics of the gaza have shifted as the tree gazed at his body, as worms ants and wild life acquainted with the tree started devouring his body slowly in the span of days until lightining struck the tree setting it on fire and with it the rest of the field incinerating the forester's body, only the bones remaning.
Silvia comes from the latin Silva meaning forest, such a beautiful name isn't it?