I stand atop the peak
And submit before the Gods
That my path be laid
The clearing mist illuminates a road ahead
My fate has been decided
The wolf appears before me
Sheltering wind envelops me
And the lighting strikes
I search for a sign
It is true
I killed my mentor
And yet
I am not his murderer
Only dreaming
This dream will not end
When will I arise
And find my true self
Overgrowth
Spiraling bramble
Twisted branches
Cut at my flesh
Stench of death
Putrid air
Fills my lungs
Impossible to breath
Moistness clinging
To my frail body
My hands are trembling
Cut through
Sheltering wind envelops me
And the lighting strikes
We have arrived