Night. Its dark, cold and I have only the moon and the stars to giude me. The beating of my heart and the steady, rhythmic beat of my footsteps are the only things to break what seems like an eternity of silence.
I reach the entrance to the forest and stop only to bring out the torch from my backpack. The light from the torch is weak but must do since the ever-glaring moon and stars will be hidden by the monstrous trees.
My pace slows as I enter the accursed forest. No need to run. My journey is almost at an end.
