@outofthelight found something magical! {x}
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Evan was not the only one who liked to climb trees. Legs kicked back and forth on a particularly high branch that overlooked the golden fields, and Zane was enthralled with the view. The Black Forest of his home was a sea of emerald trees, and seeing the field of wheat was captivating.
Until the groan of cracking wood sounded beneath him and he began to spiral toward the ground.
It was not the first time that this happened in his life. Black tendrils shot out from the tree’s shadow, catching him in midair before he fell, and lowered him gently to the ground. Completely unaware of the boy who had been watching him, Zane smoothed out his hair and sat under the tree, letting out a breath. He needed a nap.
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