Much props
Simply amazing. If this is a duel, I can barely tell where one part begins and ends. It has a fluid transition from light and adventurous to dark and foreboding. This is the scenario in my head:
The hero paraded confidently through the woods. Sunlight cast an emerald glow where it descended through the tall pine trees. With his sword and bow he was prepared to slay any ferocious beast that came his way. But as night drew close and further into the woods he progressed, he began to feel afraid. For this hero was only 5. His bow a plastic hanger and his arrows only sticks. The sword was a rolling pin, caked in flour and worn from use. The small boy cried as he looked up at the moon. The forest had claimed him and now he was lost, and he knew that it was there that he would die.