The moon hangs low, its sickle like visage offering sparse illumination to the path ahead. His eyes strain against the darkness, searching the forest's edge for a familiar form. The gentle clatter of branches stirred to life by a cool breeze settles in around him. Their gnarled lifeless limbs claw at the heavens, seemingly covetous of the glistening tapestry woven in the nights sky. His eyes fall to a large form ominously motionless among them. A sigh escapes his lips in recognition of his success. Within a few strides he finds himself standing before a great stone. His hands instinctively reach for it, fingers searching for the warning he'd etched in it's now weathered surface.
"Only pain this way lies" he whispers to himself despite his inability to locate the message. His gaze shifts cautiously beyond the ward. His lips curl in dissatisfaction at the shadowy clumped masses blocking the path ahead. With another sigh he decides to wait for first light. Sitting before the cairn he leans back and attempts to rest. Comfort evades him and doubts spring forth in its absence."Am I a fool for holding on to hope?" he utters as if to ask the stone itself for guidance. The question echoes in his mind as the cosmos above flows ever westward.
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