Winter 510, day 11
The night wind blew coldly across the damp forest lands pushing a chill to all parts of the woods. The ground hidden beneath the damp sea of leafs left by fall. Red was amazed at the fact that the snow had not fallen as of yet, but the night seemed to dare a storm.
Hidden in a make shift shelter Red huddled close to his burning fire, which was no easy task getting started. The wood was wet from a light rain the day before, and did not catch flame like dry wood would do. No it was a hard night, but now dry and warming up he felt better. Daghul, Red's eagle, had taken shelter in a cave higher up where Red would normally be with him tonight he camped so he could start hunting early.
There was much of the night left, and soon he would wake Daghul for his watch of the camp. The quiet night left him in his thoughts most having to do with a emptiness he felt. Oh finding Daghul was something specail and gave his life perpose as a endal, but this was something different and he could not put a figer on what it was. It was not a saddness, or a angery rage just a simple hole in which should be filled... but by what was the question.
Thoughts of this tormented him as the minutes passed by slowly, and with out change in the night Red found himself sliping into a half sleep where his dreams became real.
A darkness hung about, but not complete more like a dark veil over your eyes. Figures moved about muttering something one could hear but not make sense of the words as they were just out of reach. One might say it was cold, but it might also be could hot. Things were muddy and hard to say just what they were.
In the sky birds flew around a warm amber light that burned slowly in the sky, and Red found himself staring deep into it as it began to burn deeper and become more and more intense "wake brother, wake" the voice rang in Red's mind reminding him of something "something comes" with that the amber light grew once more this time brighter and then all was white
Red woke with jolt as he reached for his talon blade and quickly ready himself, for something grew closer sounds of foot steps in the night rang out in the dark ofthe night. Thoughts of a bear early rising from his deep sleep, or a wolf stalking his came came to Red's mind. Holding his blade ready for attack the Endal waited to see if this stalker of the night would pay him a visit.
