My Trip into the North Forest

I had to make a trip, or rather pilgrimage, north into the forest.

I felt something calling to me to make this trip and to make it now. It had been on my mind for quite a long time and haunted me daily.

Was it a communion with the gods? My ancestors or something else, I don’t know.  All I knew is it had been calling to me. I could not ignore it any longer, I had to go.

I just got in my car and started driving.

I drove all day and into the night.  I arrived sometime in the middle of the night at the end of a road that lead into the dense wood. I parked the car and the light from the headlights revealed a foot path into the forest. The weather had been nasty and I could see the cold rain falling diagonally across the headlight beam.

I shut off the engine and got out of the car.

I could hear the sleet pinging against the car behind me. The wind whipped leaves past my feet on the unlit path as an eerie howl screamed across the treetops above me. I knew that I’d trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet I walked further. I gripped my jacket tightly around me and bent forward against the cold wind. I tread forward to meet my nightmare face-to-face.

Everything in my ever cowering soul desperately pleaded for me to turn and run away. To flee away as I always had before. But there was no turning back now. Escape was impossible now. I could already feel the piercing of eyes burning their hatred into me from behind and everywhere else around me.

That place in my mind that always offered pseudo safety where I always fled to before was nothing but a vague memory now. Safety no longer existed and any choice to flee was also nothing but a distant and forgotten illusion. It was too late and impossible to turn back. I had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Every step I took forward was perilously paced with the desperate mind bending thumps that emitted from my faint craven heart. I could feel my heart beat pumping all the way up through my body. I could feel it all the way up to my throat. The heated dry taste of fear stung my tongue and pulsed throughout my body. I was terrified. I could feel the cold sweat of ghastly fear emitting from my very soul.

The cold ripped at me and my exposed ears rang both from the cold wind that painfully stabbed inside them and from the pressure of dread that taunted me.

My legs had become weakened with the ominous sense of ghoulish peril that tingled through my body as I painfully strained my eyes to look ahead into the frozen darkness. The bite from the night’s frigid cold wind stung my eyes and made them feel like ice. My eyes teared both from the cold and from the ever increasing angst that poured out from my very being.

I desperately tried to blink the blurred freezing tears away against the frigid raw cold that came into my eyes and caused my head to pound even more as the cold tried to steal my breath away.

I continued to blindly tread forward towards the cimmerian shade that was ahead of me until I knew I had no further to go. I was painfully aware that I was hopelessly alone as the darkness steadily approached and grew around me. The shadows formed an eclipse that crawled up to me from every direction until it surrounded me.

Not even Hel herself would have foolishly ventured out here.

I was without ally as the allegorical dance of shadows steadily began to circle around my feet, mocking my impending doom. The air around me thickened and grew silent.

I no longer heard or felt the wintry bite from the frigorific wind that had previously tormented me. I was no longer aware of the elements around me as I became overwhelmingly blanketed by the despondence of gloom. Every deep painful sense of remorse and regret that I ever felt in my entire life overcame me at once as I heard the sad voice of my long departed child call out to me from the darkness ahead. 


Only darkness remained.

by Njord Kane © 2016 Spangenhelm Publishing

Sleep well.


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