Stone Circle Grace, just hold me in your arms

The boy had spent the night out under the stars, just on the edge of the circle of stones. Skandein they were called, the Seer Stones. It was here that the boy daydreamed, and in the night, he sat and watched the stars. He found no comfort trespassing within the circle of the stones- it seemed to hallowed, and it was where he dreamt that things...Lived. Moved. Watched. His dreams of the stone circle became more and more frequent. He thought by going there at night to watch the sky that this might pass, but at night, he found his mind far too busy with thought. Buzzing, almost. He could lay in his spot, next to one of the stone, and simply stare out and up for hours, when it was dark out. 

Above him, faint gusts of cloud passed like fish swimming below the surface of water. They obscured his view of the stars, rippling faintly. It took him some time to realize that the clouds he watched were not clouds at all; no gust of wind would be that temperamental at such a high altitude. The moved and swirled this way and that, and became denser and brighter every now and again. From one horizon to the other, to the North, a faint semi-circle of grey appeared, like a rainbow of what appeared to be clouds. 

It was the Northern Lights, but he didn't know the name for them. 

Nor did he know what they were. And while they weren't brilliantly colourful, the grey whisps of light  intensified to the point where they were almost a green, faint and pale the same as the colour of his eyes. He was mesmerized by the sight of them, and looked around to see if anyone else was around, and watching the same thing as him. Perhaps it was another vision, but he was certain he felt the cold ground beneath him, and that he was awake. He nibbled on one of his forelimbs to check, and he felt the tugging of his teeth against his skin. He was, indeed, awake- and very much conscious. 

He wanted to call for his mother and ask her what he was seeing...And he wanted for her to see them too. The promise of finding her, after he'd had his seizure...Had fallen flat. The boy had been assured quietly that the others would look, and that she couldn't be too far away. As if frightened that he, too, might be whisked away without any warning, he stayed quite close to the Sjandein, feeling almost safer there than he had back at the den he used to live in when he had been very small. Here was where his mother had told them that they would live now; but why had she said that to them, only to leave them? 

The boar.

The vision of it still lingered in his mind. It was a peaceful thing, even though it was an ugly creature. For whatever reason, he wanted to go after it, find it, see what it wanted. He felt comforted when it came to him in dreams, though he never seemed to be able to get any closer to it. It was always out of reach and when he tried to run toward it, he felt himself weighed down by so much weight, or held back by a tangle of vines. Something was not letting him get to the white boar, every single time. And every time he was held back, he felt his body stiff and immobile, while his mind roamed, awake. It happened, usually, just before he woke up. 

In the hazy lights above, he searched for its shape, hoping that it might appear, though he knew he would never be able to reach it from the ground. He longed for it the same way he longed to see his mother again- and then, he understood the boar's significance. White like bone, the lights above shifted and tangled, and he thought he saw the curve of the boar's tusk amongst them- but as always, it faded away, disappearing far into the darkness that lived between the stars. 

Beginning to realize that he'd entered a period of mourning, the boy lowered his gaze, and stared at the dark stone beside him. It was here, cold and firm. Not a mother's shoulder to lean against, and pull warmth from. But this was where she'd brought him, and where he remembered her the most. The lights above in the sky began to fade, and the faint hiss that he thought he'd heard on the air disappeared with it. Still the stars blinked and twinkled above him, but the dancing, shifting lights were gone-

just like the white boar.