Oathborn

A weak breath of heat bristled the leaves of an autumn forest as Summer’s warmth fell to the hands of a morning fall.  Unlike most days surrounding this one, the morning felt rebellious enough to rise as an unusual cold, leaving a shake of salt-like frost on the lush grass.  Such days like these were the personality of the forested area behind the curtain of towns, like oregano peppered over a plate of deep grey.  Many people see the woodlands lurking behind their bland homes, yet few ever feel motivated to explore the green realm.  This was not the mindset of Rob, as he gazed from his shaded region underneath the large cedar which erected itself out of the thick soil below.  He was a curious being indeed, which often ended up resulting in trouble for him and anyone else involved in his schemes.  Breathing a slow sigh, he allowed his eyes to seal shut slowly and calmly.  Rob was for the most part a typical 14 year-old living in the large development near the fog-strewn forest.  He often times would find himself napping beneath this tree, while venturing through the thick copse visible from where he lived.  His appearance was plain, brown matted hair sat upon his head, which he never bothered to comb.  His shirt was a simple shade of green, which matched both the grass stains on his deep blue jeans, and his exquisite eyes.  
Thinking back in his dreams, Rob couldn’t quite recall the first time he came to this spot underneath this tree.  It took him quite a while to even remember why he originally came here sometimes.  After pondering these thoughts for a while, the boy’s mind rang with the chilling scar from his childhood, “I want a divorce Michael!”  Although most of that memory had blurred, the one thing he was certain of was hearing those words, and fleeing the idea to this desolate forest, half-blinded by his tears.  Leaving his deep sleep due to the thought, Rob couldn’t help but shudder a bit remembering this past injury.  
Dozing off underneath the foliage of the mighty tree, the teen shifted position, trying to ward off the sunlight that eagerly beamed at him through shut eyes.  Although appearing to be deep in a dream world, Rob was surprisingly vigilant, feeling the settled soil where no grass dare grow, with the persistent covering of a boy overtop of the area. Almost as if by an incantation, the pestering sunlight moved off to bother some other critter, it seemed, as if for a moment.  Then as soon as the light dashed off, it zipped right back to its spot, beaming over the teen like an obnoxious child viewing a potential victim with glee. Opening his eyes due to the disturbance, Rob thought to himself, “What?  What passed by?  I didn’t hear anyone or anything...must’ve been a cloud going past.”  Convincing himself that his conclusion was reality, Rob returned his eye’s to a resting position.  However, sleep did not come, as a thought came into the back of his mind.  Although trying to ignore it, he couldn’t help but think about it until it drove him to peek through his eyelids at the sunny area. Soon his peek turned into a wide-eyed stare as he came to a harassing realization.  There were no clouds.