The travellers story

The Travellers Story

The dark, vast expanse of the moon and starlit sky stretched ever onward with its ageless grace. Nothing stirred in it's vastness apart from one, small outline against the backdrop of the stars behind it. None of the various nocturnal creatures, going about their nightly business noticed the small shape moving through the sky, all that is, except for one. A traveller, moving through the forests below had speid the bird. The small creature had followed him for many miles of his great journey and had not gone unnoticed from his ever-alerted gaze. There was an expression of great urgency etched into the travellers weather-worn face as he treaded onward through the mist-ridden pine forests. Stretching out above the forest canope were several hills from which small lights could be seen, these warm and welcoming lights were a sure sign of civilisation in even these, the most remote of areas.
As the dwindling hours of the night drew to a close, the traveller scurrei...