Another offering for Sue’s Thursday Photo Prompt.  This time a journey undertaken by the Fool of the Tarot.

I return to the East, place of mind, speech and communication, seeking balance and answers, and carrying the sword of my station. As for my true name, it is hidden and cannot be revealed, for the greater powers have prohibited its utterance until the moment of completion. Therefore, I remain unnamed. The mountains glimpsed afar are the focus of this journey, so far perilous and disheartening. There are further dangers waiting in the depths of the great forest lying ahead. Its trees stand as mighty sentinels, guardians of a place considered forbidden to all but the foolish and hardy of spirit. So be it, my feet tread the ground lightly and leave no trace, this is the way of all who claim our bloodline.

The wind quickens, whispers messages of caution, I listen and progress forearmed into the expanse of primeval forest. The veils part between the world that is known into one few venture into, and even fewer leave. The silence closes around me as something approaches, it is the Guardian. His eyes reflect a light that is, unbearable and unnerving.

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