The climb up the mountain was staggering. Steinar couldn’t believe that the old man of his dreams made this climb any too often. He hung to the side, looking up the steep mountainside. It seemed he had been climbing for hours. Was it only this morning that he left Jorn and started up the mountain? … Continue reading
The whole world sounded strange the next morning. Steinar could hear the sound of what his sister’s called “snow dulling.” When the snow is falling – or it was freshly fallen – every sound seemed as though it were wrapped in fresh lamb’s wool. It was dampened and dulled. He could hear it through the … Continue reading
It was just before dawn when the scream woke him. Steinar’s heart was racing before he could even partially sit up. What was that? WHO was that? Who would be in the forest screaming at this hour? Surely, it couldn’t be good.
Three straight days!! Rain, rain and more rain. Steinar couldn’t remember the last time it had rained for three days straight. He thought he might start screaming if the constant drip, drip, drip above his head, night and day, didn’t stop. He’d rather hear his sisters talk about clothes than this!
Waking up alone in the woods that you have been taught your whole life to fear, is not a good way to start your day. Waking up alive in the woods that you have been taught to fear improves it significantly. And the fact that he was alive was the only thing that Steinar had … Continue reading
He couldn’t decide which was louder – the sound of his heart pounding in his chest or the snorting of the nearing wild boar. How quickly his life had changed. Just this morning, he and his family sat at the breakfast table enjoying the start to a good day, good food and good conversation – … Continue reading