<_the king Of faeries would Be sitting at the Edge of A river bank Admiring The quietness was loud The only sound remaining was the Wind and Bugs around him the trees Leaves dancing within the wind that brushed along in its branches.. All was Interrupted all at once but the appearance Of red thread that Tied around His pinky as curiosity grew on the old cookies mind he glanced back to see the thread Leading towards the other source as he got up But in a hesitant way he was cautious_>