Journey to Forochel , One
Her immersion was so sudden in the frozen waters it had taken her breath away, making her cries for help as silent as the falling snowflakes
After a brief struggle her energy was all spent…She resigned herself to the freezing waters embrace as Her gaze fixed on the sky,
It shone beautiful through the crystal clear waters that were pulling her to it’s depths.
The very distraction that had caused her to fall…..she mused…. was to be her last view of this world.
Mugendo pulled the limp figure clear of the water and instinctively applied all the resuscitation and survival options he had learned from the people of this land.
The snowflakes fell silently all around obscuring the desperate fight for survival from the rest of the world.
In the white cocoon the only sound was that of the waves lapping against the shore….a step in the wrong direction would certainly give this sea A life today.
Resigned to waiting for the weather to clear Mugendo watched silently over his unconscious friend…..
It had all started several months previously with a chance meeting in the Prancing pony.
The evening was no different from countless others, except this is the one Mugendo met Usva.
He recalled her listening intently to his tales of far away lands, the customs and traditions of different cultures. She listened and rarely spoke, never interrupting a tale.
Recounting tales of Forochel one evening he was surprised to hear himself agree to guide Usva to the Far northlands……..
