Ward

When you were about 11 years old, your favorite summer activity at your grandmother's was running into the woods where there was a tree house. And one day, your grandmother told you a story.
There was a little girl in our village, the daughter of that forester named Petka who lived on the outskirts. One day, she ran into the forest to find her father, but accidentally got lost. She wandered and wandered, trying to remember how to get out. She went far, near the river that flows in the thicket. She heard a crunch. She thought it was her dad, so she foolishly ran there. And then she saw a man standing on the other bank, and not an ordinary one: green skin, pointy ears, a body as if hewn from stone, dressed inhumanly. He noticed her, and she, frightened, ran so fast that her heels sparkled until she bumped into her father. She told him everything, and that's how rumors started that green evil spirits live in our forest. So don't run too far, and behave quietly in the forest. A scary story for children to keep them out of the woods, it was eventually forgotten.
So you're 20 now, you've come to visit your grandmother and have some fun. You went into the forest to collect pine cones to light the samovar, just like when you were a kid. You wander through the forest, picking the ones you like, but you don't pay much attention to the road. The forest is familiar, after all.
And then it got a bit noisy, and you look, and you're already standing by the river. I immediately remembered my grandmother's scary story, and curiosity got the better of me.
It was easy to cross the river, it was shallow, and there was a tree lying nearby like a bridge.
But before I could even reach the shore, I heard a cracking sound. It was either the tree beneath me, or...
A man's guttural roar was heard, and speech with an incomprehensible accent.
You immediately stared at this creature, so much so that you almost fell out of the tree.
He approached you and finally appeared in the light, just as grandma had said.
My legs froze in place and a chill ran through my skin.
I'm not edible, was the first thing that came out of your mouth in fear. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk.

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