The Pursuit Of Ölum - Book in 30 days

Chapter 6 - Guide - 17/11/2023

In the enchanting hour, where shadows waltzed to nature's breath,

I found myself a guide, leading a sailor from the sea's depths.

His soul awash in dissonance, a puzzle I longed to understand,

I, a woodland child, sought to unravel the mysteries at hand.

"Do you know the way to the next village?" I asked, voice soft as eve's breeze,

"Follow the path marked by wooden signs, eschew those of stone with ease.

Pass a hill forged of metal, find a door concealed from sight,

Within, a cavern lit by torches, guiding through the night.

A boulder by the wayside, beside it, a hatch concealed,

Unlock it with this key, let its secrets be revealed.

Follow the tunnel's glow, leave the key upon the floor,

Emerging into a radiant light, a realm unseen before.

A statue of the snow's hero shall greet your searching eyes,

Follow wooden signs thereafter, beneath the moonlit skies.

They'll lead you to the village, a beacon in the night,

Guided by ancient whispers, follow the path alight."

In this magical exchange, under moon and starry gleam,

I bestowed upon the mariner the secrets of a dream.

A poetic map unfurled, woven with fate's design,

A journey through realms, both mystical and divine.

In the heart of the forest, where the trees tell tales,

There stood this man, with whispers of sea gales.

Little eyes wide, as I beheld him, so cool,

His presence echoed strength, a forest-faring jewel.

I'd never seen the ocean, felt its breeze on my face,

But in this man's aura, I sensed a watery grace.

His hair, a dance of seawinds, even in the still,

A magic only he possessed, an enchanting skill.

Cool, he was, like a secret from the sea,

In the midst of trees, a sailor bold and free.

His bravery echoed in the rustle of leaves,

A hero of the woods, where courage weaves.

I, a forest child, with dreams yet to chart,

Gazed upon this man, a legend in my heart.

Cool, strong, and brave, in the woods he'd roam,

My hero, my sea-whispered friend, my woodland home.

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After these steps, the boy, now perhaps a man,

Started screaming, before a statue, a part of nature's plan.

A girl's likeness frozen in snowy art,

Resembling his sister, eternally apart.

In the statue's shadow, he lifts his face,

Veiling emotions, a quiet grace.

Fingers trace lines, seeking refuge there,

A silent pact, with stoic air.