"One leaf. One leaf slowly swirling down to the ground. Falling on a heap of other leaves. Only watching it gives me the feeling that the time is coming. We are like that leaf. Slowly swirling down to our destiny. Hoping we won't hit too hard. Hoping that we will not be forgotten like the other leaves. Hoping for someone to pick us up and keep us safe. That someone will come, I feel it." These words had convinced him to do what he was doing now: Watching and waiting.
'What am I actually waiting for?' he had asked himself this question in the first weeks of waiting. But he gave up on speculating what it possible could be within a month. His years of training and experience with these kind of tasks gave him the conclusion that he just had to wait.
But now he was having some doubts. Was he in the right place? Could the feeling of Narix be false for once?
Did that 'someone' already saw him before he had seen him? But no, it was all right.
He indeed was in the right place. This was the only place in the forest where it was always light. He always made sure that he wasn't in the place itself but somewhere else around. Everyday another spot, he wasn't using a schedule. It was always random decision. This was also one of the many important lessons he got from his master.
"Always make sure you don't have a routine when observing something, 'cause if you do an enemy can predict where you will be" Even though it wasn't really necessary in this environment. He did so that he wouldn't forget to do it on the next mission he was sent out to do.
The feeling of Narix on the other side has always been questioned by the majority of the people. When he was around the age of fourteen Narix felt that a disaster was coming in those blissful years. The people only saw a minor setback, because The Veles had attacked again. Luckily it was more like a small raid then an actual invasion. Later on, when he was learning to become a good Shadow Hunter, he heard that there actually had been a disaster, just not for the 'normal people' but for the Shadow Hunters where the prediction was held for. Nobody knew how the rumors had been spread, but that wasn't at the time so it was never investigated.
Did this 'someone' seen him then? Did he fail on the most important skill as a Shadow Hunter? He made himself even smaller as he already was. Trying to blend in even more in the background, a task that would impossible for the normal man, but he was a Shadow Hunter he had trained for years to be almost invisible, to blend as perfectly as possible in the background. If someone would want to pass by this sacred place, he would see him from miles away. This passer-by would only see trees, trees with branches that were slowly losing their leaves. The passer-by would see him, if he even looked in the right direction he wouldn't see anything special at all. Just a normal tree, like all the others.
Trees and falling leaves.
Leaves that were slowly swirling down to even more leaves.
Like that one leaf.
Like us. We are that single leaf.
One leaf
