Chapter 36-Woodland Dave & Goodbye

The wind was high enough to keep the trees swirling, concealing the sound of the King's soldier's footsteps on the small path towards the cottage. A couple of nights earlier the legendary soldier strolled the woodland, filing it with threat and danger. They were said to skin their rebels' prisoners alive and toss them in the sand to heighten the agonizing pain and over two hundred soldiers left their camp before dawn marching toward the healer's mountain. The warmth that had been in the air just last week had either faded away into the sky or leached into the earth.

The breeze was roaring like a swirling storm when they reach their destination; it was the sort of rough night that made one assume that spirits and evil might well be merging.

The wind brings neat drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. As chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of grandness breakthrough from a patient moon.