The Exodus Journal: Entry 5

Fantasy Monday


Several days have now passed without any sign of civilisation, neither new nor old. And as I went to sleep that night, disheartened from my lack of findings, I awoke, hearing commotion outside my tent. In the glade, that I had chosen to set up camp, a large crowd had gathered, the people staring awestruck into the night; the sky strangely illuminated, as if the sun was set at dusk.

Curious, I powered my way through to the front of the crowd, and as I looked ahead, I found myself dumbfounded, as well. Between the dense branches of the forest I saw a faint light glow in the distance. The light had a purple colour in both the lighter and darker tone.

What this meant, I had no idea, but it did not matter at the time, for it was beautiful. Being engulfed in the magic of the moment, my revery was broken as I heard a group of the eastern tribesmen murmuring nervously next to me. Their faces showing terror rather than wonder.

Unable to take my eyes of the light, I inquired about their behaviour the next morning. Their explanation was unsatisfactory, as their tales were filled with ambiguity, which comes as no surprise as this is the furthest that any of them have dared to travel. They could not know what the light was, so naturally, they were convinced that we were entering into the Kingdom Of the Dead.

Though, such an explanation is unlikely, I cannot deny the ominous feeling the light emanates. I will watch this phenomenon closely from now on.

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