It's a cruel thing to be shoved into a screeching child's nursery after years of solitude. At this point, I prefer the squirrels that nestled in my branches and crawled endlessly over me. If only I wasn't bound to this wood, I'd silence that child immediately! Those villagers did not realize the brutality of their punishment. All of this, just for frightening some nosey teenagers? The punishment does not fit the crime if you ask me. Of course, no one is asking me. The worst reality of it all is I'm now a child's rocking horse. I was a tall, gangly tree with sprawling, twisting branches. Quite intimidating, so surely no one would try and cut me down. That is until one day a carpenter was walking through my forest. I assume he enjoys a challenge, because my transformation into this ridiculous thing was tedious. Cutting, sawing, sanding, painting, after all of the agony I suffered this is the thanks I get?
I've grown used to the infants cries over the last several months. I stand motionless in the corner, the child's parents have no idea a demon is in their home! The infant is mobile now, she crawls over to me and uses her tiny hands to pull herself into a stand. I hope she gets a splinter in that soft skin! Maybe it would be enough for her to leave me be.
As time creeps by, I have to admit I am beginning to look forward to the little toothless goblin's interactions. I even tolerate the never ending slobbering. It does feel good to have a purpose other than being a home for squirrels. She is always excited to see me. It is a foreign feeling to be wanted after centuries without so much as a passing glance. Of course, in my past life I would send the humans running, eyes wide with terror with just one look!
The months turn into years, faster now because the only time in my day that matters is when she plays with me. We've had grand adventures. I was a noble steed to a knight, a weather worn mate to a cowgirl, I've been a guest at tea parties, and an audience for talent shows. As she grows older, I am nothing more than a decoration. My only hope is that one day, she passes me on to her descendants so they can have a demon, who is now a guardian angel.
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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
It's a cruel thing to be shoved into a screeching child's nursery after years of solitude. At this point, I prefer the squirrels that nestled in my branches and crawled endlessly over me. If only I wasn't bound to this wood, I'd silence that child immediately! Those villagers did not realize the brutality of their punishment. All of this, just for frightening some nosey teenagers? The punishment does not fit the crime if you ask me. Of course, no one is asking me. The worst reality of it all is I'm now a child's rocking horse. I was a tall, gangly tree with sprawling, twisting branches. Quite intimidating, so surely no one would try and cut me down. That is until one day a carpenter was walking through my forest. I assume he enjoys a challenge, because my transformation into this ridiculous thing was tedious. Cutting, sawing, sanding, painting, after all of the agony I suffered this is the thanks I get?
I've grown used to the infants cries over the last several months. I stand motionless in the corner, the child's parents have no idea a demon is in their home! The infant is mobile now, she crawls over to me and uses her tiny hands to pull herself into a stand. I hope she gets a splinter in that soft skin! Maybe it would be enough for her to leave me be.
As time creeps by, I have to admit I am beginning to look forward to the little toothless goblin's interactions. I even tolerate the never ending slobbering. It does feel good to have a purpose other than being a home for squirrels. She is always excited to see me. It is a foreign feeling to be wanted after centuries without so much as a passing glance. Of course, in my past life I would send the humans running, eyes wide with terror with just one look!
The months turn into years, faster now because the only time in my day that matters is when she plays with me. We've had grand adventures. I was a noble steed to a knight, a weather worn mate to a cowgirl, I've been a guest at tea parties, and an audience for talent shows. As she grows older, I am nothing more than a decoration. My only hope is that one day, she passes me on to her descendants so they can have a demon, who is now a guardian angel.