story of a girl

i might be seen as a care-free pan but not all the time.......i have lot of names from pan to the child of the devil......

when i was wandering in the forest..... i met this little girl..... she is like an angel from some human but as i in the shape of a pan..... she is nothing but a ordinary human child..... and most humans will refer her as cute.....

it was clear from the time that i met her that she a nice little girl, kinda short, but hey, i wasnt exactly micheal jordon myself..... but when we met i would always notice that spark in her eyes, so full of life. yes, she was beautiful, but i only enjoyed her company as a friend, in time, we shared various personal moments, just her and i. both of us would talk about stuff, share things like secrets and just talk. along the forest floor, enjoying the sun. an angel on earth i would say filling me with so much joy.

hey, sure it sounded alot like we were two lovebirds, getting it on, but i did not however, develop feelings for her. it was a terrible thing because in time,  she eventually did. confusing as it was for me, i still did not feel anything for her besides the fact that we were really good friends. afterall, i knew someone of such grace would not fall for a simple woodland creature such as i. so i suppose i only saw her as something of a sister...... when the time came for her to confess to me, i thought she was joking. i know it must have really stung but i really thought it was a joke, referring to what happened to me not too long ago, i was shot down by a siren, not directly though, the siren thought i was just joking too. she was after all, singing her song of death for another, less fortunate creature. one who was probably much more shallow and handsome as i was.

although it was quite  a blow to that pretty young thing. although, an angel, no matter how injured by heart break, will rise from the ashes like a wounded phoenix, and the pan  would ultimately feel lost and confused as the slow pangs of guilt settled on him like dust on the graves of the many others that had fallen prey to the siren's song. but the pan, would eventually never tire of the sirens alluring song, but he would never forget about his dear companion, the wounded angel. smiling so happily, as he played his pan flute, dancing with her hand in hand, in genuine plutonic friendship. so happy, and filled with joy. what more could you want?

it was all good after awhile, as the dust settles we went back to our daily routine, laughing and joking around. however, a being would ultimately become part of this fairytale of epic friendship. do you know whats a gnome? its a small dwarfish kinda thingy.  but it can also be a small ugly person and a ruthless influential bastard with bad intentions. it was not long before it set its piercing red eyes on her blood shot and filled with deviousness. that i sensed a storm approaching. soon the gnome would become good friends with her, the angle, growing ever fond of his company as a good friend, never expected the gnome to ask the angel to become his lover. the angel, shocked, was all too surprised by this sudden question, nonetheless, being the angel that she was, she merely accepted him so she would not break his heart. personally, i thought he was a repulsive little, ugly thing. always annoying the hell out of me with his fellow gnomes, thinking he was cool as he blabbered about all his strengths and put the other creatures around him down. everytime i saw him, i rolled my eyes as he would pull me away from my company, and just talk about something i didnt care about, but being the pan i was, i merely played along to his tune, hoping he would shut the hell up.

their relationship was bound by merely speech and promise. nothing more, as the angel was never in love with him, although there were some moments where she saw some things about him that she liked, she too, was repulsed by his annoying ramblings and his short temper. soon she sought my help, she was lost, unsure whether she loved this creature or not, asking the me about what i would do, and how i felt. it was clear however their relationship was going nowhere, and she was unhappy, as she saw that horrible little annoying creature as a friend. now she is bound and tied, regretting her kindness, for she simply could not find the heart to tell the creature that she did not love him. i felt a hint of pity for her, for an angel to be chained and grounded because of a lover who she didnt even felt anything for.....

but i, a mere forest pan, could only play a tune for her sorrow, hoping she would find happiness, being a true friend, as i stand beside her and support her..... playing my flute, sitting in the sun. but when the time comes for her to require my support, i will go to her aid, as any friend would.