He turned around, hoping to see her face - but she was not there. She had left...
Dotted frequently around the endless landscape, the trees towered high above him: marvellous matriarchs of the weary woods. Her twisted little puppets. Swaying silently beneath him, the ocean of emerald swords adhered to the gentle breeze - twisting and turning like ballet dancers, eager to please. High in the azure expanse of nothingness, there lay a glowing, jewelled orb of hope, mercifully casting its ravishing rays down on to the world.
Blake stirred drowsily. Bringing himself to his feet, he surveyed his scenic surroundings with his stormy-grey eyes: keenly interrogating the topography in an attempt to get his bearings. The breeze blew fiercely, clawing at his loosely fitting woollen jumper with all its might, only to be heavily disappointed. He felt lost. He felt lonely. He felt abandoned.
"Where are you?" he cried in desperation
His pleas were met with a deafening silence. Wafting into his nostrils was the bitter aroma of something foul - as if some poor animal had perished.
It was then that he really noticed the forest. The orb dipped down into the horizon.
He blinked.
Darkness. Completely and utterly. Blake felt a shiver run down his frigid spine. Perhaps it was a mere nightmare. Corpses of the fallen twisted endlessly in the blustering gales; raising up a sinister symphony in the stifling air. Shadows of the colossal trees casted by the doubtful, solemn moon threw daggers at him - forming a yawning maw that yearned for his very soul. With his lungs drained of oxygen; he could not scream.
Creeping upon him with the prowess of a thousand ninjas, a ghastly limb edged its way to Blake. Closer and closer and closer.
Just when it was about to grasp him. He heard her
Gleaming with the might of a thousand suns, the kind, nurturing moon banished the sombre figures under the blanket of swords - never to be seen again. Whistling joyously, the wind urged him towards the most magnificent of oaks: truly a monument if he had ever seen one. Nestling comfortably at its trunk, Blake felt humming from deep within, resonating, rejuvenating. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he felt free.
Perhaps she was here after all...
