A dark mist filled with an unsettling feeling surrounds the valley. Alone cold and dragging his feet and his thoughts he edges himself down the pathway. Unaware of where it will lead him he tries’s to remember his name, but nothing. Where am I who am I his mind yells.
A dark light as if a person or an illusion flickers across his vision. He screams out, who are you. But as if his screams were only in his head there is no reply. Falling to his knees with his head in his hands a single frustrated tear runs down his cheek.
A sharp pain curses through his body as a disturbing vision of the bloodied body of a young women fills the back of his eyes, pushing all other thoughts from his mind. Shaking with fear he looks at his hands, they feel wet. Then without warning the black clouds that block the moon shift as if the gods are taunting him, the faint light revealing a thick red blood dripping from his fingers filling his head with the musky smell of death. He falls backwards, scrambling across the ground as if in slow motion. Stumbling to his feet he shakes his head pushing his face into his bloodied hands.
What have I done?
Rain now falling the unknown traveller watches the watered down blood drip from his hands slowly altering the colour of the puddle that quickly forms at his feet from a muddy brown to a crimson red. Looking deeper into the blooded water a face begins to appear, a grey haired old man with eyes that cut through him as if they were looking into the deepest parts of his sole and finding the darkest places hidden inside him.
Then as if he and the old man were one he hears a faint voice inside his head repeating “it is here, the evil will rise. All will die.” over and over. Then as quickly as the mysterious face materialized it is gone leaving nothing but a ripple of a disturbed fair inside of him.
( This is a begging but am having a mind freez )
