A man stands at the water, the boy in his reflection lapping waves at his feet.
But the man does not look down. No, he looks away to the horizon where the sun sends up its last rays of light and his head fills with all those passions that fill men. Of sailing ocean seas. Of topping the highest clouds. Of scaling the gold mountains that feed into the lake.
Yet he does not look behind him, at the waiting eyes in the trees.
The green and red eyes that only the boy can see.
And he, looking far away to the horizon, wonders why he still feels afraid. Why he stands alone. Why no one else is on the beach waiting as the day turns to night.
A growl filters through the thicket. A hound the man once called brother bares its teeth, its hackles raised. But the man does not hear the warning above the waves in the distance. And the boy in the water has no voice to warn him.
The first star appears.
A shiver runs down the man’s spine.
The boy in the water disappears.
And a long-clawed paw can be seen, stepping out of the forest toward the shore.
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