Westward tomorrow memoirs 02: it can't end so abruptly.

This story ends like it begins, with the ending being an introduction. But an Introduction to what? For his blue eyes tell many lies. One cannot forsee the truth, unless one a disciple of higher cause. But that is not I. I am merely a traveler, some call me 'wizard'... perhaps a bard of some sort, dancing on stars made of snow. Perhaps my meaning is greater, I did not know at this point. Trifled with the blowing wind, wich i feared, i decided that i could not stay here at the crossroads. We went our separate ways. and this is where it ends... no wait, where it begins.

to be continued...