Creative Writing: Bimba In The Desolate Forest

Bimba breezed through the thick morning mist clinging to the Desolate Forest as quietly as a whisper. The light filtering through the narrow end of the valley made the fog look like iridescent cotton candy. Heavy drops of rain splashing on the dark green foliage sparkled, giving them the appearance of emeralds nestled in clouds of soft Egyptian cotton. Bimba maneuvered so the sun was behind him, shining in the eyes of the interlopers as they emerged into the small clearing. They could not see him watching their every move from beneath the lianas and ferns cloaked by the thick mist.
Through the soles of his feet, callused from sixteen years of walking the forest floor, he felt the pulse of the forest as if it were his own. Every plant, animal, …show more content…
He was like a shadow as he peered intently through the brush at a small group of armed men moving through the forest. They were cocky; a potentially fatal attitude to have out here, but their aura of violence marked them as soldiers. Their machetes rose and fell swiftly, mutilating the dense brush just beyond the outskirts of the Desolate Forest. Drenched in sweat, grunting with each stroke of the heavy blades, they cleared a path before them like a swarm of locusts. Bimba had seen machetes in hands such as these before, severing arms and other body parts in the decades long war; he felt the painful memory of it through the spirit of the forest. Each dismemberment, each death, had been an assault on his empathy enhanced by his magic that he knew nothing about at the time. Nor did he understand the magic of the sentient Desolate Forest. These men were not the most dangerous things around, Bimba knew, but suspected that they did not. They were dangerous enough, however, which was why he remained quietly concealed in the heavy vapor of the cloud hugging the forest