Silver: madman

I really want to write about why writing wants to get out of me, but that would not be creative.
It would also not be a challenge.
The real challenge I need to face to conquer my own writing style, is to show something, in a story, without telling whatever comes up.
Being creative does need a lot of creating, but focused creating will make my creations even more creative.
If you follow me.
‘If you follow me, I promise that you will find what you are looking for.’ Silver has just met this man, he was not sure whether he was trustworthy at all. But any opportunity to slip away from every day life is one to be taken. Especially for a lowly soldier, who does not even know what he is fighting for. Silver looks up across the trail he is walking and focuses his gaze on the man. He is sloppy dressed in clothing with the exact colour of the ground he walked on. Whether it was from the mud, or the fabric itself was unknown. It smelt like the first one was true.
‘You must understand that this is a strange situation, I do not even know your name’, Silver had already set his mind on following this man. The man did not need to know that. ‘My name is Edgar, we are almost there’, allthough Silver could not see the Edgar`s face, it was clear that the camouflaged man wanted to keep some information away from Silver. The trip continued in a very awkward silence. The man hushed as he crouched low and krept further, ‘we do not want to scare them away’. This was becoming way too sketchy for Silver to follow, this life had always been vague to him, but he did not want to get in too many sticky situations. Surely his luck would eventually run out.
This was madness, Silver knew this feeling by heart. It was the madness that had made him lose his faith in this country. People had been calling Silver mad all of his life. As a soldier he gets a daily chance to get to know this feeling very well. Yes he is mad, crazy, unheard of, all of those things that he had been protesting against for all of his life. The things that had consumed so much of his thinking time, these things made him who he was. ‘this is madness, I like it’, was Silver`s answer. ‘I will play along then’. Edgar snapped back, ‘this is not a game, look!’, his voice was a whisper with the urgency of a shout and Edgar used his head like a commander would use a sword, to point towards the the enemy.
Ahead, through the thick woods was a herd of 9 deers. Doing nothing but survey there surroundings and eating grass. ‘Don`t you see that?’ Edgar exclaimed as if Silver was either blind or stupid. ‘I see nothing abnormal, unless you want to hunt for food there was no reason to bring me here’. Edgar looked away as if he was looking for a right explanation in his mind, Silver sympathized since he was a madman as well. ‘I mean, sure I see these weird creatures. What should we do?’, Silver put on his best mask of question, which he got from his desire to find answers. ‘This is your family, you should know what to do’.
Silver thought about this seriously for a while. If, for some unwordly reason, he would belong to a family of horned forest animals, then he should have liked grass right? No this was going too far, Silver was not this crazy and he knew it. ‘Edgar, I think you are overstepping here. I like you, but I am not a freaking stag. Edgar smiled at Silver with his ugly teeth bare ‘No but you are like them’. Silver did not need more of this.
On his way back to the camp, Silver thought.

