Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.
Chapter 33
It is very early, but we need to get moving. These days in the forest bring us a lot of peace and new energy. Hardly do I think of Thè. I feel reborn. The forest giant walks with us. He promises to escort us to the other side of the forest so we do not lose our way in this gigantic forest. Not much is spoken; we all hiccup against the upcoming goodbye.
Well into the afternoon, I see a grassy plain looming through the trees. This could be the end of the forest, I think to myself. Since I'm in the lead, I stop at the edge of the forest, turn around, and look at Rechmana. His eyes are frightened, fixed on the horizon. I hold out my arm to thank him. It's like I'm air because he walks past me without even looking at me.
I stare at him in astonishment. Then Numico follows. I take a breath to call Rets, but when I want to start the first note, Numico puts his finger on my mouth. "Shh," he says. "Let him go."
"What is he doing?" I ask, still completely puzzled. I keep looking at the back of the giant, who keeps walking further and further into the field, without so much as looking up or back.
"I think he changes his mind tonight and is now busy overcoming his last bit of fear. Don't disturb him, but let's hurry and stay close to him. I don't think this is a light decision. He may need us."
We do our best to make up the distance that is created, but the giant's legs cover with ease in one stride what we do in three strides. Still, he manages to keep up.
The field ends at the foot of a hill. Brilliant green grass replaces the yellow crop, through which we have worked our way since we left the forest. Here and there are huge trees with large crowns full of branches and leaves. The leaf shape is oval and has round notches, the trunk of the tree is very rough. The bark seems to grow layer upon layer. This tree is unknown to me, but its appearance is impressive.
The sun moves towards the mountain ridge, which is now far behind us. She will soon disappear behind it and give way to the night. Because of Rechmana, I completely forgot about finding a place to camp. While I try to think of the map, I suddenly have to stop so as not to knock Numico over. I look up and see that we reach the top of the hill. Then I look at Numico, his gaze is fixed on Rechmana, who also stands still. He turns.
For the first time since we leave the woods, I see his face. It looks tense. He looks at the forest, which stretches out in front of us like a huge green blanket in the distance. His shoulders shake, a tear rolls down his cheeks. With a thump, he sits down, his head between his knees. There's a moment of silence, but then he throws his head back and roars. It's even harder than when he tries to scare off the fire monsters. But especially the icy sadness and fear reverberate in his cry.
Numico and I take a seat on either side of the giant and put an arm around his shoulders as far as we can reach. "Friend," I say, and then there's silence for a while.
Sitting with the three of us, here on top of the hill, we see the sun set behind the mountain ridge. It's a beautiful orange-red semicircle, which becomes smaller and smaller until only an orange-red border is visible. When this, too, is gone, I get up.
This hill offers little shelter, and I keep walking in the hope that the valley we head to has something more to offer. The valley is deep and dark, and I can hardly see a suitable place. Even if I walk a bit down the hill, there are no sheltered places in the immediate vicinity. Then I turn and want to walk back when I see that behind one of the rocks I just passed are the remains of what must be a stone cabin.
A large protruding stone had completely obscured it during my descent. But as it looks from here, it's the ideal place to spend the night. The hut may largely be missing a roof, but the walls are still standing. These can ensure that the flames of the fire are tempered so that we are not visible to everyone for miles around. In addition, they will protect us from the wind, which can rage over these mountains at night.
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