Wind whistles though the leafs as I walk. The cold air chills my neck and I lift the collar of my jacket up. I turn on my heals and head west for a clearing that I know of. After the crazy day I've had, I need a break. Sure I haven't been out here this late in the evening and people speak of mythical beings that live here in this forest but it has to be fake stories to explain something they didn't understand. Besides... I have my fencing gear. If anyone or thing comes after me I can just use it in defense. It's not a sharp blade but it can do some damage if I hit the right place.
I let out a sigh as I sit down at the base of a tree. I've been coming here for years and nothing has ever happened to me before nor have I found anything that might lead me to believe that something was living here. As I let my surroundings sink in, I sift though my bag of gear and find a folder. It was filled with sheet music. Each page was covered in scribbles and notes. I frown at a few of them.
I had trusted a friend to see the music I had been writing and he tore it apart. What is the point of this cord here? One note said green ink. An arrow went from it to a set of notes. He went on and on about how the music would fall apart the moment it hit that part. I disagreed and we got into a fight over it. After the fight I blew off some steam by fencing a little.
"Jamie..." I mutter to myself as I look up into the tree, "You have made this such a long week for yourself..."
As I let my surroundings sink in...
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