Passing and Dreams

It has been a while now, waking, bathing, eating, reading, sleeping. There is no more fresh food left, it's been a week... maybe? Sometimes it is hard to tell here, this small reality kept behind this door. Harry hasn't returned yet, has something happened? Will he be longer this time... or will he not. No, I shouldn't think like this, but that vision I still can't shake it... it scares me. No, think of something else. In the book, there are still more stories to uncover and more visions to see until his return. Should read some more stories before I lay myself down again, now where did I leave off?

There have been so many, the stories he found while writing this is astonishing, I'm not even halfway through yet and he's recanted stories about Kjarna Sogskál, hairless small built beasts with long arms hiding underground in their tunnels waiting to ambush any traveler that trespasses on their territory as the sun sets, with their bone-like claws and glowing white eyes. Tales of wish-granting trees hidden away from prying eyes. Tiny creatures who follow people home to play tricks on them. Moving lakes, and other tellings through the common people, my favorite so far must be the one about this tall almost skeletal entity that seems to only appear between 2-4 in the afternoon, its limbs made of candy sparkling in all manners of spectacular glimmers. From the few times, I've born witness to towns I have both smelt and seen it both on display and in the hands of children, it makes me curious of the taste, could it be sweeter than the peaches Harry gets me every now and then? It makes me wonder... There are a few more times where more info about the forest King comes to light, one of the stories spoken by a blacksmith in the city of Weifar tells that the Crowned one is not just a wanderer that sees, but is also a guardian of innocence, I wonder what is meant by that? I haven't found a definition of that word yet.

There, the story titled The miracles of both marsh and woodland, this is where I left it.

"My passing through Myrwater left me with my upper right ankle and calves scarred from a Kjarna ambush, I hadn't measured the time correctly, nor had I asked about the local territory. What a blunder that was, this injury will slow me down for the foreseeable future, but it is not all bad. After all, it indirectly lead me to a new tale, one almost as fantastical as the Forest king." I wonder what this story might be, my heart and wings are fluttering in unison... But I hope he took proper care of that wound before he carried on.

"After my horse perished I narrowly managed to escape their clutches just before collapsing at the outskirts of a small settlement which I now know as Maitheas Lake. As I came to I found myself in a foreign bed being tended to by a woman named Ruth, the first thing that struck me about her was those eyes of an almost supernatural green glow, almost fleeting into the subtle hues of her pale skin and ashen hair giving a feeling of something uncanny. But these few unnatural attributes did not detract from the meticulous care and genuine kindness that she showed me. As she was made aware of my woken state she let me borrow her guest room through the time I needed to recover and it is from that very room I am writing the account of what she shared with me over the next week, a story from her childhood about her stay and ventures with the Muinntir Coille." Next page.

"After dinner on the second day, she asked me what I had been doing and I told her about my calling, even showing her the incomplete journal that I'm currently holding, she chuckled some times skimming through the contents within and as she put it down she told me with a smirk over her strangely timeless face that she had a story for me, one that would span over several years." Timeless... something uncertain, standing still while the world keeps moving. Even after the descent and its accompanied ruin, the world should still be moving... but... am I? I'm getting distracted, thinking about... about something unnecessary. It only took a moment huh? One stray taught, and those fluttering feelings vanished. A tiering cold, clutching my chest, it is getting hard to breathe, is it late? Or early still? I should lay down.

Cold... something wet is splashing against my face, my dress is clutching against my skin... Is it raining? Overhead dark and filled with clouds obscuring the sky beyond. In front, there's a cobbled road leading to a gate guarded by four dressed in some sort of blue metal. Behind me, this road is leading down between houses, whatever lies beyond this gate must be of importance. Stepps, people draped in black cloaks obscuring their figures, are walking with both haste and grace in their steps up towards the guardsmen, something must be going on. The cloaked figure in front of the group stops and pulls out something from within the folds of his cloth and shows it to one of the men stationed. The reaction is immediate, I wonder what it is? Looked like some dark envelope. The gate is creaking open and the small group is about to proceed, my heart is overflowing with something, I'm not sure it almost seems familiar, longing perhaps? I should follow.

Behind that arched gate lays a sprawling structure, a building almost as grand as the town past its borders, built by white blocks of smooth stone, this surface, I bet it shines against the sun. The people in front are placing their hands on another door, grand and a stark influence to its material surroundings, are they speaking? Four of the five cloaked ones are chanting some sort of low hum, The door in front is splitting down the middle creaking open for its guests, and swiftly as it started they're moving again this haste... I wonder what it's for? Beyond a hall so great I almost can't spy the ceiling and its walls draped with living fire churning, bathing the surroundings in an almost unreal glow. The person in front he's taken off the hood, all his features immersed in the light. My heart, my wings tensing up, my breath won't leave my lips, no way... That dark hair, those eyes of deep blue, a narrow well-built nose, and gracious lips no longer obscured by a leather mask... Harry.