People talk about a very far away land, encircled by very high mountains.
An imposing waterfall supplies the central lake.
A light mist rise where the water blends with ground, making the surrounding forest shiny and fresh. Creatures bathe in the limpid waters.
A sinuous river crosses the forest, through the luxuriant vegetation, bringing life to the valley.
In the middle of the valley, the river meets the lake.
Here the most greater part of the creatures live.
But it is not this the most beautiful place. At least for me.
There's a hill, with an immense oak on the top.
There is need of ten bears to entirely embrace it.
When there is full Moon, the wolves climb on the hill.
While they are singing, the oak starts to move, shaking his own branches. The leaves quiver, and it takes life.
In those nights, the desires of the wolves are granted.
A fool. I was a fool...
I desired to reach the Moon.
But while I went up to the sky, and the Moon was great and beautiful more and more, I have been afraid.
This way I have begun to fall. The icy nighttime wind among the hair, the light of the Moon in the eyes, the speed that increased...
When I was by then to few meters from the ground, a sudden strength has slow down my fall.

But I was not in the valley anymore.

I was in the external world.

A world that I believed was legend.

A world that populates our nightmares.

A world from which I'll have to escape...
Unknown "Kris" Wild - 16 years, 10 months, 13 days ago