The True Greate Jorney

Chapter 3 - Embark Upon a Jorney

Waen rode for many days, pausing only to refresh her horse. She herself neither ate nor drank, nor did her eyes ever close in sleep. Some divine or perhaps demonic force led her on, not allowing her to rest or nourish herself. Yet on she rode, like one of the tireless Nine from days gone by.

When she stopped at night for her horse, she always wondered why she was going. Waen had no idea who had written the prophecy, and was suspicious of the lack of detail. According to logic, she should turn around and go home. Yet every time she thought it, she knew that she couldn't. It wasn't merely because of this strange power drawing her on. It was that deep inside, some part of her that she was still in complete control of wanted to go, and drew her on with as much passion as the exterior force within her. She knew that she couldn't go back, that she could only go forward.

In some ways, it annoyed her that some unknown prophet had seen this tiny part of herself that she was only just discovering. And it wasn't really discovering it, she simply sensed it and felt confused by it. At the same time, the fact that this prophet had foreseen her confusion and tried to guide her was reassuring. In this way she gained comfort, repeating the words of the cryptic note to herself when she could spare a thought, which was rare indeed. The focus on her destination had built itself into an obsession. Her mind blazed with thought, constantly recalculating her route and assessing her course of action.

The statuesque white towers of Gondor loomed always just beyond her line of actual vision, tauntingly appearing in her mind's eye. More prominent even than the towers' whiteness, she saw a long low stone hall, a simple rock cairn before it. The words engraved above its door repeated often in her mind, "Sedit qui timuit ne non succederet." He who feared he would not succeed sat still. For the great hall Waen was traveling to, there could be no better description.

By the time the seasons had turned, Waen stood before the hall beside the rock cairn, words glowing at her out of the blackish stone door frame.

(( whee! Another short chap. Sorry! That's just the way I write some times... but that's three chapters in one day. Be happy! More tomorrow! ))