Chapter Sixteen – The Tribes'I cannot pass…' Cal's voice sounded hollow in his ears, without strength or substance. Feathery fingers of mist swirled around him as he stared up at a large bleak gateway. It was a tall structure obviously of immense age, crudely constructed from rough, axe-cut timber and overgrown with ivy and moss. It stood as an impassable barrier before him.
Awareness was slowly descending upon him. It felt as if he had been wandering in a dream for ages, possibly days, he wasn't sure. It was all so confusing. First there had been pain, then fear and regret, and finally here, this place. He knew he should be able to move on, that there was somewhere drawing him towards it, but when he pushed on the gate, it didn't so much as sway.
A feeble whine sounded from by his side
