The fire was starting to get low and Chloe watched the glowing red embers as the cold wind fanned them.
She placed three more dry branches on the embers and sat watching as they first smoked a little then began to catch fire.
She began to wonder if the trees missed these branches and minded at all if they were burnt.
She left the fireside and move toward the end of the path where trees ended. Putting her head forwards she listened keeping perfectly still.
For a long while there was nothing and then she asked,”Do you mind if take and burn the old branches?”
The trees suddenly moved in the cold breeze, though more than before, and she listened and she heard their voices
murmur and she recalled their few words.
In a moment it flashed in her head such a scene, the trees holding out a lake with setting sun. The cold wind blew across it but the image engraved itself into her mind. Such a change from the darkness.
“Now recall”, said a tree, “Remember our words…..the way is long….there’s danger ahead…….but you can only……go on.” There was a pause and murmuring then a tree spoke again, “Find the red stone at the feet of Askel the great oak.”
“Follow the path….find the sun…..and green trees….deep into Gorm the valley deep….and up the steep slope of Shadenwell the forgotten mountain lost in the hills Tildon the great hills…….”.
The trees fell silent nothing more to say as if perhaps they had already said too much. Chloe scrambled to write what she could hold the fading light torch of her mobile. She wrote all she could recall.