The Huntsman's journey(secrets attic) “The Huntsman’s journey”

“Formerly a young rogue man who called himself “THE HUNTSMAN” was condemned to be hanged because of his so called “crimes”, as he stood before the judge:
The judge:”I by the powers invested in me, sentence you “Huntsman” to death… any last words?”(With a grin that almost tore his face)
The Huntsman:” I only ask for your patience “old man” (mocking), hear my story and perhaps you will answer to my expectations and pardon my acts”
The judge:” how insolent… Old man! You are despicable; your problems with the authorities shall soon disappear, speak quickly or else hold your tongue.”(So loud that we can believe that his life depends on these words)

I pitch a wish in the sea suddenly I see sails singing symphonies, happily sharply I sneeze while going down on my knees overtaken by the breeze. Once by the ship:
THE HUNTSMAN: salvation I claim deliverance from shame to the moon I aim with a hope of flame.
THE CAPTAIN: welcome on board my lord, among us you’ll embrace the sword and thus you won’t be bored.

I sailed away toiled day by day and washed wood and clay, storms unleashed their rage like a beast on stage guided to engage.
In search for what’s needed the waves succeeded to dock us. On “The Widow Island” reigned a frightening silence, I sought guidance or a lurking evidence for a living existence between the trees, then the sun dropped to hide, and darkness grew wide, therefore I lay, then lied to myself saying:” once the light is bright the path will be at my sight”.

I was awakened by the frost then spotted a ghost toddling by, moving fast but still shy, I leaped standing following the outstanding running; tripping then landing and lively shouting:”O...Lady...My lady, hear my lady...Steer me for my path is shady”, at once she stood as a statue of wood, she rotated her head towards me and said:” mystic man keep in place, I trust you not make no pace…”, therefore I responded “have no fears lovely miss, guidance I ask through the mist”, she spoke with her tender low voice the words:”follow the trees which hold a sign sculpted as an arrow above a line”.
I walked away but she stayed behind, hoping that once again our hearts might bind, my ears longed for another song from her lips in red and the sounds they held; and so did my eyes for her whiteness of dead, her pitch-black hear flowed upon the air, of her I couldn’t dream or even dare because she seemed to be an angelic heir. Behind the forest a city emerged; a vigorous society a noisy world.

“My stomach’s howl I hear, is there food anywhere near?” sadly I spoke, then I wandered all about searching in the doubt that I might starve among the crowd, then Suddenly as a grace from the sky, disappeared the possibility to die with the woman that made the sun shy.
As terrified as earlier beneath the leaves, she announced that she believed that I’m a man who recently grieved his dwelling and the plate which deceived his hunger and relieved his mind’s lakes from shark-like aches, thus I was dragged to the farm which was half reaped by her father’s arm, she said with a tear drop charm: “my father from the bandits took harm, finish the harvest in exchange for food and a blanket that’s warm”

When each dawn passed, I hoped the next doesn’t cast into my life the last sailing crew regarded as the past by me, for the present offered a present which was far more pleasant. When the last straw was reaped, the woman asked:”I beg the hands which reaped these lands to stay and protect us from bands”, those words made my heart’s separation pain turn the mind insane because her smiles became to happiness a bound, and her steps on the field’s ground made the grass sing with serenity sound which made my life turn around.

Not for long have I enjoyed the company which was annoyed by men led by greed, eventually travel became a need before evil deed breed. I took us to the coast and paid a three places cost on the first ship my sight crossed, but once again I was lost in the blue and suffocating with frost.
“Turtle” is what I used to call my accompanier for she liked to stroll. Once by the darkness fall, «Turtle” woke my thinking soul then settled besides me and softly spoke:”what a beautiful moon within the skies before our eyes”, I responded with a deep voice:”though; it cries and shies for its beauty before yours dies”, her cheeks turned red by the words I said then she twisted her arm around mine and made worries dissipate with the moon shine.

Finally our arrival to a new land which was covered by sand and did not resemble to anywhere we have seen, therefore we searched for the green. We walked towards the city and time increased anxiety so weariness was mighty for the old man was on my back and “Turtle” despite exhaustion held his sac. Once we entered the city the eyes were centered upon us, and though we were deferent from the rest with hospitality they offered us to rest but guiltiness devoured me as pest because with stupidity I’ve lost my quest, for a better life was turtle’s request and I threw her to the desert to be its guest. I went looking for a solution, and before my destiny’s thrown I demanded retribution for it blocked my evolution.

Despite starvation; dryness and the painful feet I walked the earth as soulless meat and only her face’s image made proceed, at mid way I met a herd, it contained sheep, a dog and the shepherd’s bird the man spoke my language but he was surd, so we drew on the earth and I was invited to his nephew’s birth. At the party I drank; ate but I didn’t regain my pride, then suddenly thugs attacked the shepherd’s bride so I drew my sword and swung in each side until the four rogues were forced to forfeit, the man looked at me and his face lit; happily he asked:”at your feet I kneel and my pride shall never heal unless you make a request”, I murmured:”huh… if you could give me a ship so I can continue my trip” with the thought that my request was a fantasy at best, the man told me to go along with his brother on a long walk to the dock, so I choose a strong boat it was small though it could float.

I and “Turtle” were fated to dock on an island indicated by the previous friends. She informed me that on that grass she was raised, hence I was amazed and into her eyes I gazed then said :(well…uh… we must search for a dwelling), a such response she did not expect for she tried to make her happiness reflect upon the heart she estimated wrecked. By evaluating the city I realized that it was as splendid as civilized thus my destiny at last sympathized with me. I invested our money as they rested in a dwelling belonging to a woman I paid to be willing to supervise them. I bought an arrow and a bowl then explored the woods to the darkest hole in which I heard a growl and more I approached more it shook my soul, yellow eyes appeared beneath darkness veil, arrows were pitched and my face turned pale, I inspected the beast from head to tail for it attempted to flee yet my poisonous arrows forced it to knee. My first prey was a bear and that gave me a glee for its fur’s price could feed us three.

Two days were more than I could bear and the news I held were as the cloths I couldn’t wear unless I see her happy and only then it would be fair to smile again as the kid on a running mare. I returned and luckily there were more, I hunted a dear and a vixen therefore at my arrival she almost swore that she couldn’t recognize me, because animal skins were the clothes I wore and I reeked to the depth of my core. Four days in the wild made my longings grow wide so as she set by my side I asked her to be my bride sadly she did not speak a clause then as she rose, she murmured:
_”I would…” gently as she rushed away
_”would what?” with a rough temper
_”be your bry…wife” as she blushed
Then she disappeared within the shades of her father’s room and left me with the fantasy of being a groom and at last escaping my doom.

Afterwards her father only survived one week for times were hard and he was weak, I bought a cabin and we lived with meek and serenity fell upon us and frequently took a peek. Four years passed and our love rose aroma spread, my wife raised my kids as I provided bred, until one day I returned with my preys to discover that my home vanished into the haze, with ash down my throat through the wreckage I stumbled in search for my family as my heart crumbled. Finally I found my family as charcoal they were burned, and I thought: “if life is teaching me, haven’t I learned? Let damnation on my soul if I haven’t earned your mercy cruel world, or else I too should be burned”.

As tears erased my face’s features I buried my family as holy creatures for despite my guidance they were my teachers on a lonely land. Their burial was as venom within my heart for I have never considered that we could be apart, I kneeled before their graves devoured by craves and looking to an empty earth filled with memory’s waves then said:
“I swear with the blood upon my arms and the melted skin stuck to my palms that retribution shall be my happiness farms thus they will be planted with my enemies harms and watered with their blood’s rain charms… my love, mind my vows as I will and though dust soaks my tears I stand still… farewells are as hard as hiking a hill but I shall see you when I fulfill… my task… my right”
As a windy storm I wandered all about throwing lightning on what I suspect and doubt, until I was caught and asked to tell my tale ,well now that I did I hope you never fail as I did whether you’re a lady or a male.

“(With these last words the “Huntsman” put a closure to his astonishing story, and while everyone was listening to his tale he used a small sharp stone to free himself then ran through the guards not as “a windy storm” like he said but more like the chilly breeze which comes with the first line of light at every dawn, which surely means that he hadn’t accomplished his task and hopefully we shall see him again for another story”.

By the S.A
Accomplished the 27th January 2013

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