As the young boy approaches the dense forest beyond the oak tree, he suddenly hears a moan that startles him. He looks around, his eyes scanning the area in an attempt to identify the source of the sound, but fails to find anything out of the ordinary. However, I, a spirit, can see him, and I can feel his confusion. He is looking straight through me, as if I am invisible, and I realize that he is a wizard. Only wizards can communicate with spirits like me.

The boy shakes his head, trying to shake off the strange sensation, and continues into the forest. The trees around him grow taller and thicker, creating a canopy that blocks out most of the sunlight. The boy starts to feel a sense of unease as he walks deeper into the forest, a feeling that I, as a spirit, can feel too. It's as if the forest is alive and watching him.

Suddenly, the boy hears a rustling in the bushes to his left. He turns his head quickly, but again sees nothing. I, however, can see movement in the bushes, and I know that the boy is not alone. I try to communicate this to him, but he cannot hear me.

The boy starts to walk faster, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows that he is being followed, but he cannot see his pursuer. He starts to run, pushing through the thick underbrush and dodging fallen logs and rocky outcroppings. And all the while, I, the spirit, am watching over him, trying to keep him safe.range feeling he has, and continues towards the forest. After walking for half an hour, we finally reach the oak tree, and the boy collapses, exhausted. I quickly check his pulse to make sure he is still alive, and then stand guard for an hour, watching over him as he sleeps.

"Boy, are you awake yet?" I ask him, as he stirs from his sleep. He looks up at me, and I can see the fear in his eyes. He is clearly surprised to see me since I have been invisible to him until now.

I growl at him, annoyed at his rudeness. "Oh, now that I'm not invisible, you finally notice me? You wizards are so weird."

The boy stammers, trying to compose himself. "N-n-no," he says, trying to hide his fear.

I can read his thoughts, so I know he's lying, but I decide to let it go. "Do you know what your name is and that you are the only one who can see me if I let you?" I ask him, calmly.

He looks surprised, but nods his head. "Yes, I do," he replies, trying to sound brave.

"Liar," I say. "I can read your thoughts."

Startled, he looks at me in shock. "What are you?" he asks, his thoughts carefully guarded.

"I am nobody," I say, wistfully. "I am here to keep an eye on you, to make sure you don't cause any trouble. We don't like outsiders here."

"Were you born here?" he asks, trying to hide his thoughts from me.

I sense his reluctance to trust me completely, so I make him a deal. "If I tell you, will you stop keeping your thoughts from me?"

He agrees, and I tell him that I was shipwrecked on this island, just like him. However, unlike him, I live in the forest, away from civilization. Nobody wants anything to do with me, and I have learned to accept my fate.

As we walk through the forest, I can feel his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and I am surprised by the warmth and comfort I feel. It has been so long since I have had any physical contact with another being, and the sensation is foreign yet welcome. Despite my initial reluctance to stay, I find myself not wanting to leave his embrace. I feel like I belong here, with him, in this moment.

We stay like that for what feels like an eternity, lost in our own thoughts, wrapped up in each other's arms. Eventually, we pull away from each other, and the boy looks at me with a sense of understanding.

"I know how it feels to be alone," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling lost and scared ever since I was shipwrecked here. But being with you makes me feel like everything is going to be okay."

I can't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of joy and happiness that I haven't felt in a long time. "I understand how you feel," I say, my voice soft and gentle. "But we're not alone anymore. We have each other."

As we walk deeper into the dense forest, I can feel the cool breeze brushing past us, creating a sense of calm and tranquility in the air. The chirping of birds and rustling of leaves add to the peaceful atmosphere, making me forget all the worries of city life. It feels like it's been ages since I've felt this relaxed and content, and I am grateful for the opportunity to experience this serene nature.

Although I am curious about my companion's thoughts, I resist the urge to delve into them, as we had both agreed before starting this journey. We walk in silence for an hour, following the frosted path that slowly transforms into a gravel road. The sound of crunching gravel beneath our feet is the only noise that breaks the silence, but the scenery around us makes up for it. We pass by tall trees with leaves of various shades of green, and the sunlight filters through the branches, casting a warm glow on the ground.

As we drive down the narrow, winding road, we suddenly find ourselves in a quaint small town, surrounded by a bustling town square. The buildings around the square are made of brick and stone and adorned with vibrant colors, giving the square a lively and welcoming feel. The sound of music and laughter fills the air, and I feel a sense of excitement growing within me. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafts through the air, enticing our senses, and we can see vendors selling colorful goods from their stalls.

As we approach the town square, we see people of all ages, dressed in their colorful attire, dancing together in the middle of the square, lost in the rhythm of the music. The energy and joy are infectious, and without even thinking, our feet start to move to the beat of the music, and we join in the dance. The music is a mix of traditional and modern tunes, and the people are dancing with such passion and enthusiasm that we feel like we've been transported to a different world.

The loud music and the crowded dance floor seem to transport us to a new dimension, melting away all the stress and anxiety we had accumulated on our journey. We dance for a while, enjoying the moment. The people around us are friendly, and they welcome us with open arms, making us feel like we belong there. We can see the happiness in their eyes, and it's contagious.

Suddenly, I turn to my friend and say his name, "Merlin." He looks at me, puzzled, and asks, "Why did you call me that?" I reply, "That's your name." "Why did you not tell me sooner?" he asks, surprised.

"I didn't want to cause any discomfort," I say hesitantly.

"Why?" he inquires, clearly interested.

"Because I wasn't sure how you would react. But now that you know everything about yourself, I guess it is time for me to go," I say softly, feeling a bit sad to leave the fun dance floor.

Before I can say anything else, he grabs me by the waist and says, "I think I should settle down here for a couple of years." His eyes are shining with excitement, and I can see that he has fallen in love with the town.

I open my mouth to reply, but he hushes me, and we continue dancing, lost in the moment. The music, the people, the vibrant colors of the town, everything seems to come together, creating a feeling of pure joy and happiness within us. We dance until the music stops, and even then, we continue to sway to the rhythm.