The trail is warm.

I entered a dark smoke-filled room.

Felt like a scene from a movie minus the anchovies. Never cared for fish much. Dumb creature, they only remember 3 seconds.

Anyways, the moon was shining through the window piercing through the smoke like the holy ray of god purging... ...the unholy.

I could smell the faint scent of a woman. She had been here not too long ago.

I know it was her, she left her signature... ...the horrified face on her dead victim, laying on floor.

I ask myself why I even bother chasing her, I will probably end up dead.

Will it be all worth it?

Chase a bee and you might get stung...

The Village of Kamu

We have finally arrived. Denial is surrounding us. The kids are playing a weird game. A man aproaches. He smiles and gives me a flower. I can see through his lies. "Take me to the Elder" i order him.

As we approach the Elder's hut, we are followed by three daggerwolfs. They are whispering to each other. Unfortunetely, I never understood their strange language. Back to the matter at hand,
I slowly grip my katana and prepare for the confrontation. Echoes of kids laughter can be heard from within the hut.

Strange are the ways of the people of Kamu.

to be continued...

Liquid veins.

It was like a walking on hot coals. I don't know why she cared. It wasn't up to her to begin with. It does not matter, liquid with fill our veins, despite what she and the Mad King believe. I shall not waste any moment longer. The journey continues...

Wesward tomorrow memoirs 04: how mighty was he?

I turned around and saw a frog... yes not just any frog, he was a king.

He was sitting upon his rock,
how mighty was he not?
king of the lake
not king of the sea,
king of many, but how dared he?
he had many many
many jewels,
he also had many whores swimming in the pools.
he just sat there and didnt swim,
why not you ask? because...
HE IS THE FROG
KING!

ah yes, i remember that song, we sang that at the orphanage. But what did he want with me?

to be continued...

Westward tomorrow memoirs 03: Halt, stop, wait.

As i continued my journey, not sure where i was headed, my thoughts were clouded with mystery and with that man, with the blue eyes.. and his mother, that whore, yes she was a dog, a jack russell i believe... she made great soup. I kept some in bottle. You never you when you might run into a spider walker. As i drew nearer to the summit of my thoughts, i could hear an angel signing.. *THOMP*. No more angels... complete silent. "Halt! Stop! Wait!"

to be continued...

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...

Westward tomorrow memoirs 01: the truth might be wrong

"round and round it goes, where it stops.... NOBODY KNOWS!"... Why did he say that to me? It was so trivial. I still remember that day, as we stood next to each other at the cross roads. He had these powerful blue eyes. it was mezmerizing. he gave me this grin, as if he knew something, or had this power over me. i felt weak, inferior. .. but, what's a wizard to do?

to be continued...