Kera was one with the trees as she pranced through the forest.
Behind her grandma's house there were fields, and if you continued going you will eventually reach a magical forest. Well, at least Kera thought so. That morning, her parents left her alone in the house, and she was determined to prove her theory.
So far, so nothing.
Magic is just the mind's fancy, little angel. Her mother's words echoed in her head. Kera loved and trusted her mother with everything she had, but in this she was wrong. Kera felt it. If her mother was right then Kera would remain the awkward loser she'd been her entire life. She didn't feel like that now, she never felt like that when she was alone. But at school they said that only something magical could cure her.
Kera didn't think she needed curing, but she definitely understood that something was abnormal about her. She would find her answers here. Probably. Not yet, however.
The forest was still wonderful - she couldn't count the number of different colored bugs she'd found. But she hadn't seen any pixies, no teleporting gateways or fearsome monsters. The scariest thing she'd seen were a couple dead squirrels. And she saw dead animals all the time around the house. So it didn't really scare her. Not really.
The sun was still high when Kera found a little stream. She followed its little flow, prowling under the underbrush, until she entered a grove that almost proved her theory.
It was the greenest place she'd ever seen with flowers blooming all over. Even the trees had a strange crimson bark that shone in the daylight. The stream came from a small pond that went under a huge protruding rock.
But Kera's attention was transfixed on the red fox. It lay in the middle of a flowerbed, eyes closed - it's body baking in the sun. It's fur was shiny, it's snout was precious, and it, was, magical.
As Kera approached it, she had to pet it, it raised its head in attention. Their eyes met and Kera was petrified. Not because she was scared, far from it, she just couldn't move. The brown beads that stared back at her understood her, knew her. She trusted those eyes like she trusted her mother.
They beckoned to her.
And then...
The girl that returned home to her worried parents had no recollection of what happened. She had played in the forest after the fields; she had found many different colored bugs; she had even found a little stream deep in the forest.
But she seemed happy, and the mother knew her daughter better than she knew herself. The mom calmed her husband assuring him that their daughter had an enlightening experience. She scolded her, of course, the little girl - Kera, should have never run of without at least leaving a note.
Kera understood and apologised to her parents. The little girl felt like she could tell her parents anything.
The little girl, Kera, felt like she could do anything, be anyone.
And at night, sometimes, a red fox would visit her dreams. Dreams that she would cherish for the time they lasted. For she would never remember them afterwards.
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