The group is gone, alone I walk the mists. Do I walk in circles or am I making headway to a destination?
Keep walking forward step after step. Ignore the sounds in the mist, ignore the crushing sense of isolation, ignore the fear clawing its way up my throat. I am strong, I am brave.
Runes drawn by quivering hands, they comfort me. Cold and solid in my fingers, stained by my blood, I squint through the thick, soupy air at the first three: Gebo, Hagalaz, Sowilo. The gift, the hail, the sun. I come bearing treasure through the uncontrollable mists, the sun and its touch a memory for now and plans disrupted. Obvious, they are mocking me.
Keep walking forward step after step, the next three runes are drawn: Wunjo, Jera, Dagaz. Glory, the year, the day. Through this test I must work my hardest, something is changing and at the end judgment awaits. Is this the test, I wonder, or is something more arduous ahead? As far as judgment is concerned am I the judge or the one to be weighed upon the scales?
A wind through the mists carries what sounds like distorted laughter to my ears, I force the unnatural sights and sounds from my mind and draw the final three runes: Tewaz, Mannaz, Laguz. The sky spirit, the man, the water. If I continue as I do something of myself must be given up, I must trust that what I give up will be to someone with the knowledge and understanding to bring renewal instead of chance and instability. Be careful of whom I trust.
Keep walking forward step after step, for now I trust myself, I am the only one around. Each stride brings me closer to something though what it is I do not know.
The mist thickens around me.
Keep walking forward, step after painful step.
Keep walking forward step after step. Ignore the sounds in the mist, ignore the crushing sense of isolation, ignore the fear clawing its way up my throat. I am strong, I am brave.
Runes drawn by quivering hands, they comfort me. Cold and solid in my fingers, stained by my blood, I squint through the thick, soupy air at the first three: Gebo, Hagalaz, Sowilo. The gift, the hail, the sun. I come bearing treasure through the uncontrollable mists, the sun and its touch a memory for now and plans disrupted. Obvious, they are mocking me.
Keep walking forward step after step, the next three runes are drawn: Wunjo, Jera, Dagaz. Glory, the year, the day. Through this test I must work my hardest, something is changing and at the end judgment awaits. Is this the test, I wonder, or is something more arduous ahead? As far as judgment is concerned am I the judge or the one to be weighed upon the scales?
A wind through the mists carries what sounds like distorted laughter to my ears, I force the unnatural sights and sounds from my mind and draw the final three runes: Tewaz, Mannaz, Laguz. The sky spirit, the man, the water. If I continue as I do something of myself must be given up, I must trust that what I give up will be to someone with the knowledge and understanding to bring renewal instead of chance and instability. Be careful of whom I trust.
Keep walking forward step after step, for now I trust myself, I am the only one around. Each stride brings me closer to something though what it is I do not know.
The mist thickens around me.
Keep walking forward, step after painful step.