To Find Your Own Path

[senor_tortuga 692]

 

As the lesson on the Crone of Passing, the Lady Of the Moon, Nemiisae concluded Oliver would withdraw a flash from the hammerspace of his cloak "Before you in any direction… is the unknown. You never know what lies ahead until you’ve been there---... and when you let yourself follow the light of who’s gone before, you only blind yourself further."

 

"And… Before you can learn to walk her way, you must learn to find your own way. She will not come until you have found yourself in total darkness, total deprivation from any preconception that you may have…"

 

Tajo would stand up from his spot on the bench as Oliver spoke, butterflies swarmed in his stomach as he reached out to grab the flask.

 

Oliver would withdraw yet another item for Tajo, a blindfold. Oliver would nod for Tajo to drink from the flask as he spoke "You must find yourself alone in the dark, finding your way through something harrowing that you’ve never faced before… live in ways you have never thought of."

 

Tajo would stand there with flask in hand, he would be reluctant to bring the flask to his lips as he heeded the warnings of Oliver's mental condition, and all the other times that his mentor had poisoned him.

 

Oliver would beckon for Tajo to drink from the flask as he watched his pupil’s internal struggle with common sense to not drink anything a crazy old man gives you, and the other part of him that argued the seldom times that good things came from drinking or eating things that Oliver gives him.

 

Tajo would bring the flask to his lips, i know the suspense, he would take a few long drags from the flask before he threw it onto the ground as he gagged, trying to keep the bitter liquid down.

 

Oliver would hold out the blindfold as Tajo struggled with his eyes "Take this, it will help with the pain."

 

Tajo would hold his hands over his eyes as the starlight blinded him, even with his hands covering them the light from the campfire would burn him "Ah fewkin’ knew it, every damn fewkin’ time. . ." Tajo would blindly fumble around as he made his way over to Oilvers voice, he would take the blindfold and slip it over his head bringing comfort to his eyes even though he is now blinded.

 

Oliver would walk away from Tajo as he spoke "My pupil, these forests are infested with the undead at night, now as the stars rise into the sky you will have to find your own way out, blinded and in the middle of these woods you will follow no one but yourself."

 

Tajo would lift his blindfold up to look for the sunset, instantly he would be blinded as he saw the ever dimming sun sneaking off the horizon to its bed. Tajo would yelp and pull the blindfold down quickly as he faced its direction "Bastion is south west of ‘ere right?"

 

Oliver would continue to walk off as he spoke "Yes, now drink some liquor to sooth your eyes, thats my final piece of advice" And with that he would leave Tajo alone and blind in the middle of an undead infested forest

- - - - -

Tajo would simmer down and make his way away from the camp toward the setting sun, he would be walking for a while in the dark, but for him it would seem as if a torch was being held directly in front of the blindfold

 

The ghouls would wail as in suffering, some would be stuck in trees, some of the feral ones would wander through the forest as if they expected Tajo to be coming

 

Tajo would fall onto a large rock slab protruding from the ground, his visibility would be impeded he would also be agitated with his mentor and frightened by the wails of Ghouls. "Damn fewkin’ ferals, don’ they have some other **** ta do…" Tajo would grumble about the damn undead as he wandered through out the forest, the air would nip at his skin and he would be guided by trees, leaning on each one as he walked.

 

Deep inside Tajos bag a particular stone would be humming all the while, beckoning for Tajo to search, to want, to find.

 

Tajo would start to shiver, he knew where he was though he could not see, he was on the mountain of his first dream, the dream in which he saw Cernunnos. The cold on the mountain would invite him in like a comforting mother as it numbed his bones and froze his skin.

 

Tajo would wake his way through the snow until he reached a small clearing, the want for rest was too great, besides the cries of the undead and the frost stretching across his limbs he could not help himself.

 

Tajo would fall to the ground, though he would not be met with the ground right way, he would fall. As the clearing had changed since he last got there. It was no longer just a snow less depression in the mountain, it had a secret.

 

He would tumble into the hole as the snow caved in behind him, as he was now in the chilly hole the burning in his eyes would cease, his eyes would see nothing, but darkness, his first break from the burning light in hours.

 

Though the room would not be empty, alas a chest would be hidden in the corner of the room, it seemed to be looted of its treasure and would be covered in dirt as if it was hastily hidden.

 

Tajo would feel around his new abode, surprisingly his fingers would come across the chest, his heart would jump with joy and he desperately searched through it for some grub, but alas it would have nothing but books. "Who puts fewkin’ books in a damn hole, especially in a feral land such as this…"

 

As the hours passed the hole would grow quite warm, the snow making a barrier for the heat to escape and making it into quite the igloo, though it would also be humid and stuffy.

 

Tajo would start to feel through the books, his eyes sill not yet well but he could tell that the night had passed, as the slight glow coming through the snow would be more than enough to burn through his eyelids into his sensitive eyes.

 

A day had passes, only a starved man laying in a puddle of water with an assortment of pages laying here and there would be in the cave, the books would be nothing but scraps now… eaten by the deathly pale man.

 

Tajo would move to claw through the snow, deathly week but somehow filled. He would be barley recognizable as his head had lost all its shine, but happily his eyes would have become desensitized to the light.

 

A ragged man would walk down through the woods, collapsing at a woman's home, besides her housing him she had no food, so the ravenous man did the unthinkable and robbed the poor old woman! He destroyed her premature farm, eating the not yet developed carrots and the starchy roots of her potato plants.

 

Tajo would make it to bastion, four days later and with naught but a blackened foot, having only been four miles from the gates the whole time.

- - - - -

A woman's voice would boom throught Tajo's head

 It is not easy to find your own path.

((the only people to know of this would be Tajo (me), and Oliver(gallic) who gave me this task))

[Dreek 1633]

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