Stone Circle Once there was a way to get back home

Dawn broke, spilling pale pink light across the youth’s thin shoulders, tangling with the messy curls that had been untamed for some time. He rose, still exhausted from travel, to stretch and grimace at the soreness that had seeped into his bones. The hollow behind his ribcage yawned as he moved and flexed; his too-thin limbs sprawled and shifted as he warmed himself up.

He’d seen the mountain range in the distance- and now, it looked familiar. The great stretch of prairies before him had called to him like a beacon, and he knew somewhere across the vast expanse, there would be a circle of stones. 

He zig-zagged this way and that as he panned the area for any sign of a familiar scent- until he found one that made his heart sing. With a voice weakened but hopeful he called out, before weakly settling into the ground, ready to succumb to the tears of joy that gathered in the corners of his eyes.