Sword is my only companion now. I am close to reaching my destination and the darkness around me is more than you can ever imagine. It's not just the absence of light but the pure hollow emptiness that is eating my soul within every step I take forward. My sword feels so much heavier than I remembered. My hand feels so tired to be carrying it. But I see a bit of light shining off it's steel. That light somehow comforts me though it feels at the same time so cold. The same coldness has come to the wind as well. I hardly recall that summer breeze that was all around me when I left on this journey. It was ages ago and I was so much younger though it must have been only six months since... There is some snow in the wind. It goes around in twirls in the dark air. My feet feel so tired but my heart says I must be strong. It is only a few steps away. I must not fear...

I close my eyes and again step forward and my hand takes a stronger grip on my sword. Actually it feels lighter again. I don't know what kind of dark magic there is around this place. It could be some kind of spell to keep travelers on this path tired and scared. I know, that traveler must not always trust on their senses, but their inner sight. I remember my master taught me about rising over any feeling that ties me to the ground and the existence that my senses are telling me. It was so comforting to be in his presence. He was more than an earthly creature who would walk and suffer among us others. He was so wise and powerful. And now he is not with me but in spirit. He was taken away from me and I have left for this journey because I couldn't stand my earthly existence without him. I have left to claim him back from them. I must stay strong and focused because of him.

The sound of the wind tells me that I have come there. Not too bad, just so deeply and terribly cold and so so empty...