The King’s Successor
By Wayne Mansfield
One day Pan was sitting on the ledge of a window that looked out over the palace gardens. A gentle breeze was blowing, carrying the fragrant scent of exotic flowers. The breeze caressed his naked flesh, cooling him and lulling him into such a sense of peace that he was temporarily transported back to his childhood. To the Great Forest that bordered his family’s farm on two sides.
He could almost feel the damp moss beneath his bare feet; feel its soft, squelchy texture cushioning the soles of his feet as he leisurely made his way through the trees. He smiled as he remembered those rare times when he was able to take time out from working in the fields to explore the wonders of the Great Forest. Sometimes he would wander for an hour or two, explorin
