Only a Dream?

A powerful lightning bolt burst between a clearing filled with trees and struck the ground with a shake. Blaring flashes of bright white light lit the forest floor at midnight lashing out from the sky. Rain poured down hard but steady making the forest plants sway and act as if they could cut into the earth with moves from the wind as if made on their own. 

With the forest hardly illuminated and the trees close together, the vision of all life forms became hindered even with shining moon light. A man younger than most climbed through trees and over bushes heading for his goal with haste. Withmumadua his haste was unknown to him he knows not of what will become of it. but he knows where he will find it.

Lightning flashed again in the distance and caused this young man to pick his head up quickly while climbing over some of this forest’s underbrush below him. He traveled alone tonight but the forest pressed on him this sense that; others would be behind him. Something about the way that the forest moved while he was inside of it gave him an uneasy feeling. The forest floor was slowly becoming harder to find as he moved Northwards at a faster pace.

Nothing was stopping him and nothing would get in his way. His determination alone would get him to the place of origin of the black magic that was accumulating in the lands, the ancient summoning powers he knew to be real, heard of and hopefully would be found…the warlock who had started the misshapes in this world, before any others. The young man ducked under low hanging branches and passed over fallen tree trunks and roots, the vegetation of the forest so lush he couldn’t miss stepping into it often times. After clearing each obstacle in his path, the young man routinely leapt into stride and lurched into a jog of his footwork suited to maintain faster travel pace. As tough as it was to fall into an all out sprint at night time in this thick forest, the young runner found ways to side step and feel his way through the trees in the dark without thinking. 

While running through the motions of his normal night-time traveling instincts, thunder boomed from clouds in the distance as the man reached a small ledge. The traveler overlooked the last stretch of land between him and his great mountain destination, crouching low and holding onto the bend in the rock face beneath his feet. Just as a streak of lightning had lit up the cliff ledge and crashed down unto it, the traveler disappeared from it. When the bolt of blue heat crossed the sky lighting up only the surrounding night, the man was already coursing the last stretch to his mountainous destination.