Spirits

First entry

Here I sit, in hiding, to write my thoughts to you, Ola, honoured father of father. My heart still grieves for you, though it has been 5 winters since you left us. I still remember the day, that day when you did not return to the homefire. Wicked magic it must have been, which made that bear so strong, for you were the best hunter and warrior we knew.

The rain slammed against the backs of the two men, the wind blowing a chill through their bones as they rode their horses through the haunted and spirit filled fields. Trees white and dead, sticking out the ground like bones as large mounds marked where the dead had been buried. The horses neighed and pranced about before a spirit flashed before their eyes, nearly knocking them off his horse.