The wild journey

Tale for tomorrow 2

The child explained everything he knew to finley and told him he needs to return to his mother who might be worried.

Miss Livia: (Happy) Issac where have you been you kept me worried it been days and who is he...

Issac: He rescued me from someone dangerous..

Miss Livia: Thank you so much sire and you must be the sojourner the villagers talk about.

Finley: Anyhow they call me.. i just make sure he is safe bye..

Issac: Bye won't you come in for coffee?..

Finley: Am alright.

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`Finley walked home through snow that reached his knees. No-Tongue, but free. Guards watched him, but didn’t touch him. The king’s word was law.`

` He clutched the torn map piece. The broken arrow pointed east, toward Skrimsl’s den. Toward Paradise.`

`All night he practiced the words. “Kevin didn’t die. Teale lied. The true path goes through danger, not around it.”`

`Dawn came grey and silent. Finley stood outside the longhouse before the guards opened it. Today he would speak. Today the village would hear about Kevin.`

`The king sat on the stone seat. Same wolf-cloak. Same tired eyes. The whole village packed the room. Even Saga hid behind a pillar.`

`"Speak, Finley," the king said. "Tell us the tale you promised. Tell us why Kevin’s path is true."`

Finley: (took a breath. Ice in his lungs and he speaks) Years back when miss sigurour still lived here her son kevin was known to be a merchant, thus this very day not letting anyone knows his plans except his mother he told he was preparing to go to Paradise and make wealth and return but she disagreed with him, but Kevin a man of his words took off while everyone was asleep....

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Walking very fast in the night, Kevin walked the narrow path that no one will see him at night, he journeyed quickly so he would get to the forest before anyone notices he is out of the village, soon he was at the longhouse that separate the village to other towns and the forest but the longhouse was locked tight and guarded by fierce soilders.

Kevin: What do i do now... Yes explosives..

An idea came instantly he walked to a safe place and took out a small bottle that was mixed with chemical and he lighted fire and pour the chemical which exploded loudly making the guards of the longhouse all run to the rescue, The longhouse wall exploded inward. Snow and ice and fury bursted forth giving him a chance to escape.

He walked towards the forest not coming across any dangers, He soon came across three paths not knowing where to pass he brought his compass and dropped it at the middle of the paths leaving it to spin luckily enough it pointed at the right path.

Kevin: I knew i am born for success.

He looked around and found a branch digged it into the ground and created kevin path.

Kevin walked happily and joyfully thinking his born to win little did he know that his adventure is about to begin.

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The emerald canopy swallowed Kevin the moment he stepped off the marked trail, plunging him into a humid gloom. The scent of damp moss and rotting pine needles hung heavy in the air. He checked his compass, but the needle spun erratically. Shadows stretched and twisted as the afternoon waned, turning every ancient oak into a looming sentinel.A sudden snap of a twig shattered the silence. Kevin froze, his heart thumping violently against his ribs. The forest was no longer just a scenic backdrop; it was a breathing, labyrinthine entity watching his every misstep. He was entirely at its mercy.For three agonizing days, he battled the wilderness. Brambles tore at his clothes, and hunger gnawed at his stomach. Yet, as he navigated the dense undergrowth, the panic that initially paralyzed him gave way to a sharp, primal focus. He learned to read the moss on the north sides of trunks and forage for safe berries.When he finally crested a ridge and saw the morning sun glinting off the highway below, he realized the forest hadn't been trying to break him—it had been stripping away his reliance on the modern world. He emerged battered, starved, but profoundly resilient. Then he a heard a sound then a voice....

`Then it spoke. One word. The whole Forest went silent`

`“Kevin.”`

`The broken arrow on the map burned blue-cold through Kevin's palm. Kevin didn’t stand. He didn’t run. He just whispered: Who is that?......

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Finley: That ended the line of Kevin..

King Charles: Tell us about taele journey.

Finley: I will my lord..

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Taele: Sis I am journeying to Paradise.

Kyra: What that dangerous, you know that Kevin went and never returned and you are taking that risks.

Taele: You of all people should know that Kevin did not go to Paradise, and you should know that I have a reason for every of my plans.

Kyra: As you wish my lord, nothing i say matters most so why tell me.

Taele: Nay speak no such thing you are my sister..

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Taele: As you all know my co villagers this is an important journey to me, i promise to bring wealth and prosperity back with me.

Man: What about Kevin who never returned how do we know you will also return?...

Morjit: Because I go with him..

Villagers: Peace be unto you all......

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Taele tightened his grip on his pack as the manicured cobblestones of the King’s Road gave way to the encroaching wilderness. Before him lay the Old Forest, its entrance marked by a twisted archway of ancient oaks. Soon he and Morjit were directly also facing the path Kevin faced two years ago.

Morjit: What do we do now should we pass Kevin path.

Taele: Nay we are creating our path.

Morjit: What path do we pass?..

Taele: The last path is the best.

Morjit: Let go then.

The path here was little more than a bruised ribbon of dirt, choked with stubborn briars and fallen pine needles.As they stepped beneath the canopy, the mid-day sun vanished, swallowed by a ceiling of emerald leaves. The air grew instantly cooler, heavy with the sharp scent of damp moss and pine sap. A snap of a twig to their left almost made them freeze, Taele heart hammering against his ribs. The trail split ahead. To the left, a sunlit deer track; to the right, a dark, narrow fissure descending into the gloom. He took a breath, adjusted his bags, and stepped toward the shadows.