Flash of light above the landscape that went dark a long time ago. The song of the wolves accompanies you, as if it was determining your destiny. The terrain underneath your feet is changing from moss cover into stones, from stones into boulders, from boulders into steep valleys and from valleys into sharp rocks.
As you stand on the last boulder, your foot slips aside and you are falling, you are falling and your warmth, your light alongside with you.
Your fall is ceased only by the bottom of a valley itself.
You lay there for a while, breathless, and everything seems lost. The wolf song in distance sounds different suddenly. It sounds confused. Lost. The song transforms into whining. Then stops completely.
Your light is dying, flickering as a flame of a candle in a wind.
The silence is hovering over the landscape. Frightening. Suffocating. Oppressive silence.
A blackbird shall never sing again, a bee shall never buzz again. You shall never hear her songful laughter again.
Sun shall never come up again. You shall never see the carefree smile which made your heart melt and your soul know it founded the long-lost mate.
The last wolf calling cut through the silence of a night. It should sound desperate, it should sound moving, yet the power of it cannot be resisted. One of the wolves got closer, almost within your arms reach, and he sings, sings for the last time. About hope, about trust… about home.
Then suddenly loud BUM! is heard and you draw air into your lungs.
A victorious wolf song is heard from a distance. Again. From all of the possible directions.
Your light blazes again. Not that strongly, but it blazes constantly and tirelessly.
You are standing up.
Those shadows you are surrounded with are watching you but with the light by your side they won’t dare to attack you.
Straight shoulders. Unyielding pace. Constant rhythm of your steps. No matter if you are heading up towards the clouds or steeply down into the valleys, nothing about the rate of your steps changes. Together with the wolf song you are getting closer to with every single one of your steps, they create an immortal symphony.
No one cares about the darkness around you anymore. No one cares how many demons in the dark is planning to make you their dinner tonight. As long as your light has something to burn for, no one in the world cares about them.
With every single wolf you encounter, you feel your destiny is closer and closer. She is almost within your arms reach.
Then suddenly, you approach glade at the top of one of the mountains. It is surrounded by giant boulders standing in a circle and there is an iceberg right in the middle of it. You approach it. Your light is drawn to it as if it knew far more than you or me will ever be able to grasp.
You kneel, speechless. You are not thinking about what will happen if you won’t succeed. It’s not the right time for that and you won’t allow for shadows to get this chance.
You look into the face of a woman trapped in the iceberg. A warm memory of her laughter, happiness, kisses and touches; her truth, compassion and even burdens which she carried with her and was scare to share with you because she didn’t want to lose you, runs through your mind. Your light flares up with radiant flame. Shadows abandon the circle. Finally, there is only the two of you and your warm, shiny, dazzling light coming out of your old immortal soul.
“Come back to me,” you whisper gently, as if you were already whispering into her hair. Then, you ease your posture and let the light enter into the iceberg.
The light implodes and leaves you completely blinded by the glaring blaze magnified by the ice safe case she has built around herself so tirelessly. After that, the light fades out completely.
You fall towards the earth. You are not dead, not yet. But it doesn’t matter. You did everything you could.
Shadows, demons and monsters are crawling back to you, immediately. The world has lost its light, its sounds. No one will ever hear your voiceless cry. You are drowning in an ageless never-ending darkness.
You did everything you could. Even more. And failed. Her demons won’t have mercy on you.
BAM, you can hear finally, a mighty sound resembling thunder echoing over the landscape. The shadows freeze, petrified. BAM, you hear it again. In a distance, a wolf is singing a song. The shadows gather on the edges of the stone circle.
With the third mighty beat of her heart, your light inside her iceberg starts to burn hot again. As potent as never before.
With the first outburst, the ice cracks. With the second one, it explodes and disperses to all directions, yet you are miraculously spared of its destruction. And with the third one, the world explodes.
When your eyes finally get used to the light, you suddenly understand. Everything. The night that was said to never end ended. A bright day, white as a new list of a paper, took its place. And she is standing in front of you. In all her beauty. Shaken, yet happy.
“I think I have something that belongs to you,” she smiles bashfully, and she holds your light in her stretched arm.
You feel you can finally smile again. After what felt like a thousand years. “I will take it,” you reply after thinking it through shortly, “but only to hold it, to bear it for you every day.”
You hug her, as if it was both for the first and for the last time. “I will never let you go again,” you whisper into her hair affectionately.
She holds you tightly with her hands firmly winded around your neck and pushes herself towards you as if she would never want to let go either. “Please. Never let me,” she answers.