I'm waiting for any comments; this is my first story, and I intend to continue it. I wish you a pleasant reading and apologize for any mistakes.
Night found the town of Darkwill plunged into complete silence. Every now and then, the wind rustled the treetops restlessly. Only one window held a faint light, like the last spark of life in a land of nothingness.
A young, dark-haired man with glasses sat on the windowsill, staring into the darkness. Right next to his hand lay two thick volumes of "God and Eternity," and on them, "Faith is the Meaning of Life." His mother had once given them to him for his birthday. She is a believer and had tried, with little success so far, to convince her son to devote himself to religion. The young man seemed oblivious to the world around him. He froze in a monolithic pose, one hand resting on the windowpane, the other obscuring the book's cover.
The sudden concentration and seriousness in the room was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
The boy immediately jumped up and ran to the bed. The knocking intensified and turned into a louder bang.
"Just a moment, I'm opening it," he gasped as he reached the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled a tiny key from the bottom of his pocket and turned the lock. Opening the closet, he made sure his mother was still standing outside. He took out the small black book he'd been holding on his lap and put it inside.
"Steven, we need to talk, open up!" shouted a low female voice from behind the door. Steven ran to open it. The door opened slowly, creaking so loudly that the boy had to cover his ears.
"Oh, I see you're having a real good time. What are you doing locked in your room?" a short blonde in a blue nightgown asked hoarsely as she stood before him.
"Nothing at all, Mom, I was reading," Steve replied casually. "I can see, only by the light of the bedside lamp, which in a few years will contribute to the deterioration of your eyesight, and you know that mess..." she stopped suddenly, staring at the mess that reigned in the room. She wanted to return to the conversation, but her son cut her off.
"Mom, it's late, I'll go to bed, goodnight," he said, closing the door behind the woman. "Okay, honey, but remember, we're going to Grandpa's in Silvermoon tomorrow. Be ready." "Okay, okay, goodnight." Steven didn't seem happy about agreeing to this trip, but he had to give in. Admittedly, staying at home seemed much more interesting than visiting Silvermoon, a tiny town in the southwestern part of Great Britain. Steven remembered it from his childhood. A small wooden cottage situated on the outskirts of the forest. Grandpa was an avid hunter, and his father had inherited this passion from him. Steve limited his contact with the forest to evening walks in the park with his girlfriend, Kate. On the one hand, he was happy about the visit, because they understood each other well, but on the other, he was afraid of boredom and hated hunting. He didn't know that his life would change completely, and after this visit, he would never be the same.
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