Smiling Proud Wanderer

A 40 days trip in Europe

Day 1

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The wanderer opened his eyes and weakly stared  into  familiar darkness.  It was warm. Yet different.   

He began to feel senses coming back into his body. The warmth spreading throughout and the light slowly peeking through  to his consicousness.

I’m still alive. He thought. The first night had been cold. But it seemed to have turned warmer.  The covers provided more comfort and protection than he imagined.  He slowly    sat up and embraced the light of the foreign land. 

Outside the window,  he can see the sparse houses and the trees. The forests. It is different.  He remembers the beginning. Breathing in, 

At the beginning,

Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we’d be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that’s not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain and triumph?     

Heroes Season 1 Prologue  



Written by EvilGameMaster

October 14, 2010 at 11:37 am

Posted in Uncategorized

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