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Grover was looking for Pan, it was as difficult as he suspected all along. He tried town after town, forest after forest, his hopes laid in nondescript almost-forgotten settlements in the middle of nowhere and yet he didn’t find him. He felt the pull of his will, the nature called him and yet he was nowhere.
With every concurrent day with no results he chewed the cans with an upcoming realisation that maybe it was not meant to be, maybe he failed as his mission like all those other fauns before him.
Sure, he was determined to find Pan but each day lead to sad night where he sat next to his little fire and waited for the peace of the night to settle around him. He wanted to reconnect with the source of his being, fulfil the lifelong mission and yet there he was, surrounded by cities with no answers and towns that looked far too plastic to even have a molecule of pure nature in them. But everywhere he heard his voice, always the same, crooning in the brightness of the morning sun and lulling the world to sleep in the deep dark night. Always there, the same and steady.
The nights were long and lonely but the melody stuck in his head pushed him forward.
It took a long time to reach the other coast, the breeze blew in his face with viciousness and his lungs finally breathed in full potential. He was close, so dam close. He walked across the town, not the smallest he’s been to but quiet enough to feel somewhat cozy. There was one hotel in this part and his knees almost bent on themselves when he rushed near, the love oozing from it made him feel like drowning and he welcomed that feeling. He went in blindly, not even asking questions if anybody was staying there he just knew, his heart always knew where to look.
He knocked on the door. Third floor, second to the left.
The doors opened.
The man was tall, a giant if he didn’t know better. A soft smile split his face, eyes full of love.
“You found me.”