Writing | Ancient Paths

“There are many ancient paths in this forest, some of them hold ancient stories.” Cider said as she stepped over a large tree root.

    “Is that what that statue was at the entrance, an ancient story?” Wildflower asked.  

    “He was the king of this part of the forest. It was his people’s path. The path that we are walking on right now was worn smooth from thousands of generations of the natives lugging wooden canoes from the northern lakes to the Sea of Paragas,” Cider paused, “strong canoes from a proud people. Take to heart the words from the statue, that greed and power corrupt even the sweetest soul.”