By The Light Of The Campfire

Wooded trees on the mountain stand stark against the white moonlit sky and it’s too far for the light of the fire to cast it’s pleasing warmth upon the darkness and whatever imagined horrors lurking between the trees. The six initially sit unheeding of the lurking monsters of which the old and new worlds feel the terrible pull and fear, for one: ghosts ghouls and creatures from beyond the transient borders of reality .

And for the other the real fears, the violators and psychotic murderers from the darkness.

This fear begins to set in as the six rationally believe that three men and three women could easily overcome the imaginary danger.

Plus to their logical eyes, who would sit without a fire on a night as crisp as this.

But as is the case with overactive imaginings and self-suggesting fear, they decide not to separate into their small tents but to arrange themselves together on a mattress of heather under a lashed tarpaulin with some view of the stars in the unpolluted skies above them.

This vision eased them, all thoughts of lurking monsters drifted up to the beauty of the watching stars.

No wonder their ancestors worshiped the heavens and the bright moon casting the White eerie glow across the mountains. A glimpse of a shooting star caught by all was the last comforting gift the heavens gave them before surrendering to slumber in the warmth of one another.

The dawn bathed the six in yellow light, stirring them from their dreaming reverie of ancient warriors and pleasant days of worshiping stars.

Wiping sleep from their rested eyes the vision of autumnal mountains and just turning trees met their eyes. A pleasant wood, a warm path adorned with mountain heather and no trace left of the fears of lurking monsters in the night.

Just a whispered almost prayer like thank you to the heavens and her watching stars for their kind patronage.

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