CH 2

Sooner or later I'll prove myself.

What do they think.....

"Should I throw away my paints and brushes? Burn the canvas? I will stay here and draw. I will hide myself from them.

They say that neither you can be a Da Vinci nor Thomas, you are tiring yourself.

God makes human beings, not copies of them. Be it Da Vinci or Thomas, they should be imitated and not their work. God does not accept copying.

Then you have to go beyond their works and creations and do something...

If the artist is determined whether he wants to go ahead of someone or leave someone behind, then everything will happen but creations. God does not like competition..."

If someone saw him sitting with his back against a tall tree, he would run away in fear, because only a madman could talk to himself in such a loud voice at that hour of the night, He was actually carrying out dialogues with regular expressions and voice fluctuations. As if Mr. Brooke was standing in front of him. And he was fulfilling the regret of not being able to argue with him.

Since the stranger could not hear the horses talking back to him, his madness was confirmed.

"Oscar The Hague has left home to be an artist and is wandering in such a forest. Signs are welcoming. Now let's see where success starts."

Looking around, he waved his hand and said loudly. He reached out and picked up the whip that had fallen far away and waved it in the air.

The sound of a strange instrument touched his ear again, and he suddenly remembered that he had been fascinated by that sound and fell off the carriage. He stood up assuming that the village was probably very close. The sound must be coming from somewhere. He raised his head and looked around, but the village was nowhere to be seen, but the sound was getting closer and closer. He hesitated for a while as he moved his steps in the direction of the sound.

Who could be the creator of this sound in the forest at this time of night? This brought out all the horror stories in his mind. Patting the backs of the horses, he moved forward. As if he wanted to say, If something happens to me, don't forget to come after me.

The sound came closer. He was going in the right direction. A thought appeared on the canvas of his mind, that in no time he would see a small cave-like hut in which an old lady would be playing a sweet melody on flute. As he emerges from the spell of the flute, he will find himself in a large Kettle. Under which the fire will be burning, and then....

And then.... he'll be someone's dinner......

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The trees, grass and bushes of the forest, the soft soil and the mud, tried to stop him, but Oscar did not stop....

Every forest holds a secret. If this melody is the secret of this forest, now it is about to be exposed. The bushes gripped his legs and with some force and frustration he pushed the bushes back and in response he stumbled against a tree trunk and.....

Got stuck to the tree like a glue

As soon as he poked his head out from behind the tree, he was stunned. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even when he was there, he couldn't believe that he could be a witness of such a scene.

Little lights were flying. The flickers were wonderful. The army of Fireflies was dancing making waves.

From the ground towards the sky .....

By clinging to the branches of trees....

rising up, stopped and divided into rows.... and circled around this girl and started their journey back again.

Around the girl, who had a big round hat on her head, a strange instrument in her hand and the playfulness in her eyes, as she was proud of such obedience of fireflies.

"A witch.... A witch..."

Oscar wanted to shout but he was too stunned...

It was a delusion that seemed like a dream..

A madness that was under the influence of a spell and nothing else....

The ground became soft and Oscar sank into it. Unable to move like a statue. At such a night in such a dense forest, he was hoping to see an old lady, but never a girl musician and fireflies.

He quickly turned his head to look away at the spot where he had fallen. He was sure he was dead. There lies his dead body. In fact, his soul is standing in the trunk of the tree, which is seeing such a scene.....

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