Prompt 357 - Leonardo da Vinci - Earth bound - amaranthine-7 - Arthurian legends

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Title: Earth bound
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 357 - Leonardo da Vinci
Warnings: None. Written while heavily tired.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: In the middle of the afternoon on the fourth day, he got up and disappeared into the forest with his knife and some tools. He came back in the early morning of the fifth day, a strange new tool in hands.

The sun was shining high in the sky. The men were sweating in the wheat fields collecting the harvest. Women were coming and going, helping them and bringing refreshments every now and then. Young children were playing at the edge of the trees while the older ones were ploughing with their fathers. One boy though wasn't mixing with any of them. He was sitting under the shadow of a large tree, his back resting against the rough truck. He was observing the men's movements. He was sure there was a better way to collect the harvest, one that wouldn't be as tough on the bodies. He had been watching for three days in a row now, never moving away from the shadows of the tree, never tiring.

In the middle of the afternoon on the fourth day, he got up and disappeared into the forest with his knife and some tools. He came back in the early morning of the fifth day, a strange new tool in hands.

"Here," he said handing the tool to a man. "Try this. It work like this," he added as he started demonstrating his new tool. "It'll help you and will make collecting the harvest quicker."

The man nodded and tried it.
The following day, the young boy was hard at work showing the kids in the village how to make this new tools for the men in the fields. When he was finish he went back under the tree and closed his eyes, his mind wandering unknown paths.

Everybody in the village knew better than to ask him to move and help. He was a strange one. He always invented new tools for all sort of purposes and every time it helped the villagers. So they had learned to leave him alone.

In truth they were all quite scared of him. They couldn't understand how a boy of mere twelve years old could invent so many things. They couldn't comprehend why he seemed to know so much about the world surrounding them. It was unnatural to them. But he was useful and had never harmed anybody. In the contrary, he had often helped cured minor ailments and helped prevent many accidents. They needed him, so they kept him close but not too close.

The young boy was dreaming of flying and exploring the skies. He loved the earth and the feeling of dirt slipping through his fingers. He loved the life surrounding him everywhere he went. He knew it. He understood it and felt part of it. It was his home. The sky was a dream. It was an unexplored space, a place where he could gain a new perspective, a new sight of the world. He longed to fly among the birds. But he knew somehow that this would always remain a dream. Another man, far in the future would invent wings. He was too young, too grounded to the earth to ever be able to solve the problems of the air.

Trees and forests were his elements, his love, his home.
He knew that is were he would live, where he would die, and where the whispers of the wind would remember his name. Merlin.