SandScript 2023 [Digital Exclusive]
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stare; a hidden strength buried below the gleam of those eyes. The boy almost drowned in the<br />
depths of those shimmering pools.<br />
The wolf did not move. It barely seemed to breathe. Not a single sound could be heard. Not a<br />
single branch stirred. Not a chittering insect or chirping bird. Just the boy and the wolf, facing<br />
each other in the glimmering light of a setting sun filtering through the treetops. For a moment,<br />
the entire forest stilled, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next. Then the<br />
wolf cocked its head, sizing up the boy with one last curious glance, and slowly turned away.<br />
With a lazy shake of its wintry mane, it padded off into the nearby thicket.<br />
After a long moment, the boy finally exhaled, letting the brisk air course through his lungs once<br />
more. He found himself straightening. Goosebumps rippling across his arms, he felt a strange<br />
weightlessness begin to fill him. For a moment, he glanced at where the wolf had been,<br />
marveling at the vision that had graced his path. An encounter that no one would believe. He<br />
remembered the wolf. It’s power. It’s unbridled strength.<br />
In that moment, something stirred within the boy’s soul. Suddenly, he found himself turning.<br />
With careful, deliberate steps he began to walk back the way that he had come. He squared<br />
his shoulders, set his jaw, and stood tall as he made his way back to the clearing where he had<br />
left the taunting boys.<br />
The forest thinned and the trees seemed to part before him; soldiers retreating at his<br />
command. He could hear the laughter of the boys, cackling like crows flooding a carcass. He<br />
could almost make out their jeering faces through the slowly parting branches. He clenched<br />
his fists. Filled with a strange sense of peace, he breathed long and deep, ready for what might<br />
lie ahead. He did not rush. He would not run.<br />
As he reached the forest’s edge, he caught sight of the same robin that he had seen before,<br />
now perched on the branch of a nearby tree. The crimson feathers of its breast gleamed like<br />
painted armor in the golden light of the setting sun. With a sudden spring, the bird took to the<br />
air once more, whistling like a shot through the freedom of the open sky. The boy followed the<br />
bird’s path toward the horizon, turning to face the pack of boys waiting for him in the clearing<br />
ahead. Their insults descended upon him once more, sneering faces closing in around him,<br />
like circling vultures ready to pounce. In that moment, the boy planted himself like a tree, roots<br />
digging deep into the ground. He remembered the eyes of the wolf, gleaming against the<br />
snow. He recalled how it stood like a sentinel of silence, tall and proud amid the winter woods.<br />
It was strange, but in that instant, he no longer felt alone.<br />
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