A thousand years I was bound to the tree. Due to my demonic nature the tree had a black bark that seemed to devour the sun when cast in its warm light. After a certain age; time flows differently. The weather and seasons blur together. I often wondered why after all this time they chose not to cut me down. Tree after tree fell while I stood. I watched as kingdoms rose and fell around me. What was once a vast ancient forest turned into land for farming. Walls were built around me. I watched cities built from scratch and destroyed only for another to rise again.
Eventually I was just an odd black tree with red leaves behind a glorious mansion. Oh how I wished for something interesting to happen. The only entertainment was the owner who would occasionally walk by. Curious fellow he was. He would look at the huge black tree in contemplation sometimes...almost as if he was looking at me. Very odd indeed. His nice mustache and the fact that he was built like a fox didn't seem to help any either in making me raise a hypothetical brow. Sometimes he would sit under the red leaves at sunset and mumble about his daily life.
Oh how I wished to be cut down. Time gets monotonous and living gets boring after awhile. Atlas, one day my wish came true. Although, it was definitely not what I expected. Cutting me down took the effort of 20 men and a few days. Its only natural as the bark has gathered and consumed my power for centuries. Its obvious that the wood and bark would be tough as nails. Prevailed they did with sweat and grit.
When the tree finally tipped I even felt a sudden sensation of falling. What I didn't expect was what they made me into. They took the core of the wood which is essentially me and had a master carver go to work. Guess who the master carver was? If you guess the mustache man, you would be correct. I learned later that his name was Sal. Sal spent months carving me. The end result? A rocking horse. A rocking horse for his kid Sam's 5th birthday. The artistry that went into the details that made me looked almost like the miniature version of the real thing was nothing to scoff at. From the mane to the tail. Everything was the work of perfection. I haven't seen a finer work even in my ancient age.
I remember when Sal showed me to his kid Sam for the first time. Sam practicality had stars in his eyes as he looked at me. The first thing he did was jump on my back and rock back and forth like his life depended on it. Meanwhile I didn't know what to think. Should I be humiliated or apathetic to my plight? I decided not to think too hard about it. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into years. I got to know Sam and Sal pretty well doing this time. I even learned that I could rock by myself with effort much to my pleasant suprise. I felt kind of like a haunted toy in a way. I had fun with this new freedom of movement. To be able to affect the world around me again...the feeling cant be described. Sometimes sam would just stare into my marble black eyes. Who knows what goes on in humans kids brain? I would like to know sometimes.
Now as a demon of the highest order, I have learned to cut my heart from everything, but this kid was different. Some how he warmed his to my heart. The way he looked at me as if I was a real and spent his time with me as if I was alive. I could tell he loved me dearly. It was a weird feeling being loved. I have never been loved. Demons arent meant to experience such emotions. My heart iced so long ago that I wouldn't be able to tell you when I actually had one. But slowly I grew fond of the child. I even had reminiscent memories of when I was a demon child. Memories I thought I lost forever. Memories of my demon parents. I thought they never cared about me but perhaps they did in their own way?
I slowly rocked back and forth in the living room by the warm glow of the fireplace as I watched the kid sleeping on the couch peacefully with a soft smile on his face. The fire giving my a glossy blackish red texture.
Who will this child grow up to be I wonder?
Thoughts of the future the only thing on my mind as the moon slowly passed by in the night sky.
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Reply to [WP] You are an ancient Demon who has been bound to a tree. Centuries has past and the tree has been cut down into a rocking horse for a human infant. The child's love for you has reached even your ancient heart. by Deep-Natural-6256
A thousand years I was bound to the tree. Due to my demonic nature the tree had a black bark that seemed to devour the sun when cast in its warm light. After a certain age; time flows differently. The weather and seasons blur together. I often wondered why after all this time they chose not to cut me down. Tree after tree fell while I stood. I watched as kingdoms rose and fell around me. What was once a vast ancient forest turned into land for farming. Walls were built around me. I watched cities built from scratch and destroyed only for another to rise again.
Eventually I was just an odd black tree with red leaves behind a glorious mansion. Oh how I wished for something interesting to happen. The only entertainment was the owner who would occasionally walk by. Curious fellow he was. He would look at the huge black tree in contemplation sometimes...almost as if he was looking at me. Very odd indeed. His nice mustache and the fact that he was built like a fox didn't seem to help any either in making me raise a hypothetical brow. Sometimes he would sit under the red leaves at sunset and mumble about his daily life.
Oh how I wished to be cut down. Time gets monotonous and living gets boring after awhile. Atlas, one day my wish came true. Although, it was definitely not what I expected. Cutting me down took the effort of 20 men and a few days. Its only natural as the bark has gathered and consumed my power for centuries. Its obvious that the wood and bark would be tough as nails. Prevailed they did with sweat and grit.
When the tree finally tipped I even felt a sudden sensation of falling. What I didn't expect was what they made me into. They took the core of the wood which is essentially me and had a master carver go to work. Guess who the master carver was? If you guess the mustache man, you would be correct. I learned later that his name was Sal. Sal spent months carving me. The end result? A rocking horse. A rocking horse for his kid Sam's 5th birthday. The artistry that went into the details that made me looked almost like the miniature version of the real thing was nothing to scoff at. From the mane to the tail. Everything was the work of perfection. I haven't seen a finer work even in my ancient age.
I remember when Sal showed me to his kid Sam for the first time. Sam practicality had stars in his eyes as he looked at me. The first thing he did was jump on my back and rock back and forth like his life depended on it. Meanwhile I didn't know what to think. Should I be humiliated or apathetic to my plight? I decided not to think too hard about it. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into years. I got to know Sam and Sal pretty well doing this time. I even learned that I could rock by myself with effort much to my pleasant suprise. I felt kind of like a haunted toy in a way. I had fun with this new freedom of movement. To be able to affect the world around me again...the feeling cant be described. Sometimes sam would just stare into my marble black eyes. Who knows what goes on in humans kids brain? I would like to know sometimes.
Now as a demon of the highest order, I have learned to cut my heart from everything, but this kid was different. Some how he warmed his to my heart. The way he looked at me as if I was a real and spent his time with me as if I was alive. I could tell he loved me dearly. It was a weird feeling being loved. I have never been loved. Demons arent meant to experience such emotions. My heart iced so long ago that I wouldn't be able to tell you when I actually had one. But slowly I grew fond of the child. I even had reminiscent memories of when I was a demon child. Memories I thought I lost forever. Memories of my demon parents. I thought they never cared about me but perhaps they did in their own way?
I slowly rocked back and forth in the living room by the warm glow of the fireplace as I watched the kid sleeping on the couch peacefully with a soft smile on his face. The fire giving my a glossy blackish red texture. Who will this child grow up to be I wonder? Thoughts of the future the only thing on my mind as the moon slowly passed by in the night sky.