STORY ARC #3 THROUGH THE BLACK DOOR
You Let The Tree Block Your Path
The night brews ever powerful as your will hardens into steel.
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Though your body is moving in haste in pursuit of the mare a knick of fear slows you down to a halt.
But to your dismay, a branch trips you toward the falling tree.
Your clothes are coated with mud as the massive tree narrowly misses you by inches.
You survived the potential hazard at the cost of the mare who escapes into the shadows.
The defeat leaves behind a dreaded mark in your soul as anger begins to seep from your rain-drenched face.
The night brews ever powerful as your will hardens into steel.
No!
You won’t allow it!
You cast off the mud and make way around the tree just past a nearby hill providing partial shelter from the storm.
A cold lifeless feeling weakens your body though your mind pushes on.
Once past the fallen tree, you pick up where you last saw the mare and follow carefully.
A set of hoof tracks are left in the mud providing a path surely to lead you to the object of desire.
Your body is shaking and wobbling from the cold, and it seems that in just minutes, the mare has traveled far and wide.
In the distance, you see no mare but a fixed light hanging in the air past the night’s shroud.
The storm begins to part, allowing for moonlight to soak a portion of your path as the rain begins to weaken.
You can just barely make out a shape but it’s still too far to see.
This image is spun from above another hillside where dozens of trees line the carved path.
You muster every last ounce of strength to ascend upon the hill and where once was crushing defeat is now seemingly a sure-fire victory.
The light’s origin at this point is still difficult to make out, which leaves you with another decision.