The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning, red sky at dusk.Now, Fog crept over the valley which let the air seem more unpleasant than before. It was the coldest this country had ever seen, and I had ever experienced. Not a single creature will poke its head around the corner, they all are fast asleep.
Through the forest I wandered. My hair was a fierce lion's mane, not washed for long and sticking out in every possible direction. I was stumbling on the edge of life, trying not to slip into the void of nothingness. I hadn't eaten, nor slept, nor spoken for days. The fog has lasted for a long time but now it was much worse than before. I could barely see and food was a hopeless need. The atmosphere changed again and in the blink of an eye the dubious, white smoke disappeared and the red sky with its evil clouds could be seen again.
Knowing that even if I were lucky enough to find meat, I did not have the strength to make the kill. All berries and fruits are frozen. Yes....I could set a snare, but that means waiting, so I'd have to settle down in order not to face the same verdict as the berries. Knowing that it was my only hope, I collected some wood and made a fire. I decided to set a snare and after accomplishing this I built myself a tiny shelter for the night. After I warmed up, I got some snow and melted it on the fire in my deer skin pouch. At least some drink! It gave me just enough energy to fall asleep.
Two days passed and the hole in my stomach was unbearable, as was the emptiness of the snare. By now, I did not mind hearing my own teeth chatter anymore, the noise grew my only companion. The third night it snowed. My toes had died by now, the frost was feeding itself on them. Then, at some point, I drifted into the world of dreams with no restrictions, somewhere between conscious and unconsciousness.
I dreamed that right in front of me was a beautiful stag with bigger antlers than my mind could have ever imagined. He could neither smell, nor hear me. Feeling the pain in my stomach, I did not marvel at this godlike creature any longer, but seized my bow, aimed and released. I watched the arrow flow with great speed-and hit the deer. He roared only for a moment and fell. With respect I approached the animal and whispered “sorry” as I started taking it apart with my knife. I had a bite, and another, and another! But my hunger just got worse. I kept eating until nothing was left. Still, the hole in my stomach did not shrink an inch. Desperately, I started crying as my energy left me.
For a second I woke from my strange dream and opened my eyes. The sun was glowing red as never before. Then my eyes closed themselves again. But I did not go back to my previous dream. No, I drifted in silence, until slowly I saw myself.
I was a child, slowly growing up. Everything that ever passed through my eyes repeated itself in front of me. I still drifted in the darkness. Now the image changed to something less blurry. The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning, red sky at dusk.