The Hill....... That sounds oddly familiar.... I dont know how though...... This is so true. Our childhood memories of Magic and Elves and Dragons and Fairies all eventually dissapear. But your right. For some, the Magic never completely goes away. Like an old tree could be the home of a high Elven preist, or a patch of flowers, a Fairy town. And it will go unoticed till a child sees it, or an adult with a child's soul.

This is kind of sad, in a way, because its true. Children do grow up and forget about all the things they used to believe in, realizing that they were silly. But then they weren't rediculous fantasies, they were wonderful adventures. I laugh at the wild stories little kids I know come up with, but reading this I think I'll have a different view the next time the tell me a tale. The magic has all but faded from my life, but I still see it. This was beautifully written! *favs*

It remInds me of when I was lIttle. Me and my sIster used to play on a lawn mower that we would call the tIme machIne and at my school there was a Hill too and people would pretend that faIrys and creatures played on It but If you ventured to the other sIde you would be dragged off by the dark elves If you weren't eaten by the snakes fIrts. And the elves would grInd your bones Into powder and then add It to a special kInd of mud to create slaves

This is really beautifull, I love it *favs* :)

this......is truly great........i loved it.....*faves....*

It's sooo beautiful! *faves* Why isn't anybody else reading this?! I love the detail and the poetic feel... ^^

Very cool. Here have a doughnut. *shoves a doughnut down your throat*