Sergo-Z When Death Fell In Love With Life - Inception - Grandfather (part 1, in a 5 part story)
Belaya. Beginning.
The forest was beautiful. The bright sun was shining through branches of age-old oaks and pines and it threw bizarre spots of light onto the emerald green grass. A gentle breeze carried the delicate scent of flowers from afar, insects scurried about the blades of grass and wild forest bees buzzed in the air. In the foliage of the trees, birds were chirping invisible to the eye as ants marched along the trunks in unison.

Through this splendor, without haste, walked a traveler in a long grey robe with a hood thrown over his head, hiding his face. On his shoulders, swaying to the beat of his steps, rested a braid which he lightly grasped with his hand. “This is where you are, old devil” he whispered not noticing the beauty surrounding him as he carefully pushed the branches apart. He tried not to get entangled in the sticky labyrinth of web spread between the bushes and trees.

The weary stranger looked around and sat down on the nearest tree stump. He slung his scythe to the grass and stretched out his legs, throwing the hood back from his head.

As if by magic, the forest fell silent. The sky darkened rapidly. Only moments ago, the sun was visible, and now it was swallowed by a formidable darkness, plunging all living things into darkness.

Nature was on guard, the birds fell silent, only strong gusts of wind, ready to pluck branches from the tops of the trees. Thunder struck with a vengeance and a torrential downpour ensued. The sky was covered with a blanket of haze., only the flashes of lightning composed with a crackling sound of thunder.

Damn you... the traveler hastily threw the hood back on, jumped to his feet and picked up the scythe from the ground.

The thunderstorm subsided as suddenly as it began. The sky brightened, the flashes of lightning became less frequent, the peels of thunder went away. The first rays of the sun seeped through the clouds, brightly reflected in the shallow puddles. The summer forest`s life revived again. The birds chirped happily, animals and insects emerged from their shelters, and the first mushrooms started to sprout in the most secret dark places.

The Stranger nonchalantly shook his head, saddened at the failed rest. His eyes flashed with a ghostly light from under his hood. Throwing the braid over his shoulder, he moved on fast.
(с) Adalinda Анна Никольская