The Green Bow: A Short Story
There is a girl. She is in a picturesque rainforest. She is the epitome of beautiful, with her long, flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
She is gliding across the ground as if on air, while the Rain drifts down in a perfect mist through the canopy of trees, creating a vivid, gray-green hue to the air.
As she gracefully passes by, the creatures of the rainforest dart stealthily in and out, trying to catch even a glimpse of the girl's captivating visage, her beauty radiating from the Mist that has made its temporary home on her cheeks, which have become rosy with anticipation for that which she came into this secluded place for.
Even the Vines, bursting with flowers, an off-shade of deep pink, come to life for the chance to be near the girl, weaving themselves into an intricate, delicate ribbon, tying her waterfall of golden locks into a single stream of naturally straight hair.
She comes to a large, open clearing in the rainforest, and just as she does, a boy of her same age, wi