"The journey begins with the first step."
I returned to my home still reprimanded with so much information. How natural it would be if I just left the house with that shield on my back. I did not know where to go. Which side of the street to take. And I was already on the street. I drifted off the sidewalk when I realized something. In front of my house was a guy named Archer. He was a weirdo. Recluse in your world. He was watching me from the window of his room at the top of the house, at that moment. From that distance I could see, even though I did not know how I did it, that his eyes turned red. And then they went back to normal. He was static. You should be my age, seventeen. He opened the window and said,
- I know the way.
- What? What are you talking about? I said trying to disguise, but I think he read my thoughts.
"I already know what you're going to have to do." I am your help. I am the rock.
I continued to watch him, he disappeared from the window. A little later I was walking out the front door toward my house.
- I will go with you. He was a dark brown boy, short black hair. He wore a blue T-shirt with the words "shut down me, please," pants and all-star sneakers. Used to wear glasses. He had farsightedness.
- I know the way. The white fairy was here and told me where to go.
Had she come to him, too? But why? Why did not you tell me everything? Why the hell would I have to take him with me? I mean, he would guide me, but ... why him?
"She called me because she said you could not do it all by yourself." You would have to start breaking the spell from the moment you stepped outside your house.
- All right, all right. So, where are we going?
"We must go against the rising sun. We can better observe the way if the sun is behind us. She said there would be dangers.
I was more confused. I thought I would have to do everything myself and now I have to be guided by someone I do not even know. I'm sure the guy was my front neighbor. But I was not the popular type. I was more antisocial. He was always in my world, doing the will of my p ..., the Man Without a Name.
We started walking. We did not know each other and due to the immense dimension of lack of intimacy we were silent for a long time. Some time later he let go:
"I love a wolf," he said.
- How is it? I asked without understanding.
- I love a wolf. Once a she-wolf came in through my bedroom door. Moonlight washed the place. I could see the shadows of the furniture. The window ajar. The door opened slowly and she appeared. She came to the edge of the bed and studied me. My first reaction was fear. An immeasurable will to scream. Then I realized she had no intention of hurting me. His eyes were brown, they looked more moist than normal, as if carrying a contained cry. He seemed to have a story to tell. His hair was a bit brownish. He blew his breath on my face. It carried a sweet smell of blackberries. And then he left the room quietly. Days and days on the line I thought of that wolf. And every night he waited for her to return. I do not know how she came in or why she came. I always expected her to come back, since that day I do not know what happened, but sometimes my eyes burn.
- Wow! What ... that's weird, right !? I said skeptically.
Along the way I was telling what I knew of my life for Archer. He listened to me very carefully. Sometimes I seemed to understand, or to know what was going on with me. And others stood staring at the horizon getting lost inside his mind. He hid something. I realized. I wanted to ask him if he knew his eyes would turn red, but I thought it best not. It was not a very appropriate time. For we had just come to realize that someone was following us through the pines of the avenue. I whispered to Archer so we could slow down the pace. I managed to see sideways that the person in turn had done the same.
"Let's start walking backwards." Slowly. At three we started running toward the fifth pine tree. All right? "I told my traveling partner.
- All right, you can tell.
- One two Three!!!
We started to run and the person who followed us too, only to the opposite way. Lucky for us, she stumbled over a rock and fell. That's when we reached it.
- Who are you? I asked.
"And why are you following us?" Said Archer.
- Easy, boys, I'm just a helpless little girl. she said breathlessly, with an air of debauchery our pursuer. My name is Dill. I know what you intend to do and I think I can help. I have the gift of seeing spirits. Except those who are very powerful. I know your journey and I want to help. She was a girl of apparently eighteen. Straight black hair up to neck, well tied, forming a beautiful ponytail. He was wearing tight black pants. A white baby look t-shirt with a black vest. And he wore a long leather boot.
"And why was she walking in hiding?" I asked.
"Did it ever occur to you that I would not want to be seen?" Do you know what the word chase means?
"What a thick girl!"
- Okay. I did not know how to get close. I had a dream. And in this dream I should be on this street and follow two boys. I believe in my dreams. Sometimes they are visions of the future. But in the dream, this time, I heard a name. I've never heard that name before. And my body quivered frantically after I heard it. I woke up perspiring non-stop. And I can not pronounce the name. And so? May I go with you? I also want to know why I had this dream. And who knows how to kill vampires or night wolves. I am a hunter of fugitive species from the Land of Illusion. But as an apprentice, I can not use the proper weapons.
- All right, come on. Maybe we really need help. I do not know what to expect. Archer, which way?
"There's a wood in the front. The fairy said we would have to cross it.
And that's how my team started. I came to think that it was all a piece my mind preached, for I did not understand how there was naturalness on their faces talking about vampires and fairies, and a pilgrimage for me to be healed of a spell. I did not even know those people.
We did not know for sure what to expect. Archer was quite suspicious, he hid a secret that I would discover and Dill was slender and exude the air of a warrior, a typical person who cared nothing more than herself. We were a strange group, but at least I had the shield to protect me.
"What did you bring in to eat?" Asked the girl.
"We will not bring anything."
- Fools! We need food, we're gonna rob that old man who's selling hot dogs.
I looked into the eyes of the Archer who gave me the same look. We shrugged and stole the food and headed for the woods. The old man did not move. He did not react. He even gave me a smile before turning away. Was it all written down?
After walking for a few hours we stopped to rest. Archer sat on a fallen tree as Dill climbed a tree to see things better. I took a turn and then returned through the Archer's back. He was writing something in a pocket book. If I was not mistaken it was something like this:
In the highest of the skies
Our souls light up
With blood and rage a burning red ...
Extruded from a still warm corpse
We long for its end and we look at its heart,
By my black hand the dead will rise!
For the hearts lost and filled with horror
And everyone who's right tries to bar it
It will burn in flames when my power will face.
But when all seems lost
In the war of light
Look for the stars
For the glow of hope that shines
With hearts full of strength
From the ashes the dead will rise
And behold, no evil shall escape my presence.
Here is the final destination!
One thought: Some people were born to be ruled, others to make the baton move.