WinterLover29

 A gentle breeze swept through the camp. It held the sweet scent of the flowers and trees, always in bloom, for the plants were wood nymphs. A young satyr was moving towards the forest in search of a particular nymph named Juniper. But let's not get carried away on that story. This is the one I wanted to tell. A young boy was standing at the ocean's edge and staring off at the horizon. He was about 16 years old and his dark hair was a bit longer and wispier than it had been a month ago. He finally had defeated his enemy and was pondering how it was that everything had worked out. A steady set of footsteps on the sand interrupted his train