Working Title-The Faun
an excerpt

“I don’t really know why I’m anxious. I just know that I am. I know today will be a good day. Tell me again, how old are you?” Anki’s voice was soft and naturally curious. It was unlike a child’s undeveloped {nosily} voice, but it still held youth.
Lying just under the surface, there was something else, it was too hidden, too embedded in his manor that no one could understand what it was. If any human had met him, they would sense nothing; it was far beyond their perception. Only the trees knew it was there, but even they with such wisdom and knowledge didn’t know what it was.
“My age, is a number too vast for words other than, a very, very long time. And you, Anki, are older than that. So quit trying to trick me into giving you information I don’t have.” The tree chuckled.
“But I didn’t…”He started in protest.
“But you were going too. You always do, boy. Anki, the only one who knows how old you are, or how you came to be, is you. The best we tree’s can tell you, is that you were here when we were created.” At this, Anki pictured an arm growing from the side of the tree to ruffle his hair. He smiled, and then sighed.
“I know great tree, but I urn to know so badly. Its not that I’m trying to trick you, but that I’m trying to trick myself.” He laughed a bit, trying not to get his mood down. He had always been plagued by the questions. How did I get here? How can the tree, who are as old as the forest themselves, not know of my birth?
“Why do you urn so? What will knowing change? You are here now. That’s really all that matters is it not?”
“I don’t know what it would change, and I cant say that it would or wouldn’t change anything, until I know. I am here tree, and you are here with me. We are friends, and that tree, is all that matters. But I can’t help but wonder.”
“So much meaning in such simple words. It is a nice day isn’t it, to be with friends?” The tree spoke slowly, seeming to take in and feel the forest around it.