TheGraveKeeper

An Unexpected Evening It was getting close to dusk, I was astride my trusted steed Sampson as we rode through the forest towards a cottage where I was too meet my true love. The feeling in the air was calming as I rode, the forest quiet as the hooves of my steed trotted along the ground. I have a gentle bounce in my saddle as I ride, not a full on gallop but a medium pace to make it to my destination. My heart is warm and eager to see my love once more, oh how I fell for her from just that one look earlier this afternoon, my lips pursed as I whistle the melody we sang in perfect harmony as I round a bend in the forest and the cottage comes into view. Sampson crosses a little bridge over and I bring him to a halt as my song ends, the cottage is quaint looking, exactly what I would expect of a peasant girl living out here. Surprised I’d never seen or heard of this place until now, built from the base of a tree with a waterwheel on the side as well as a chimney, truly this is the