Archives for June 2025

    The path opened into a hidden valley, nestled among the mountains. The air felt clearer here, the light softer.  The wind whispered in reverence, carrying the sweet, fresh scent of fruit blossoms.  A cool breeze swept through the valley like a gentle welcome.

    Wheat fields shimmered in the light, neatly enclosed by strong fences.  In stark contrast, on the other side of the path, the fields lay abandoned.  Golden stalks rustled softly, brushing against each other as they swayed.

    In the distance, a solitary tower caught his eye.  It rose above the treetops, standing clear against the sky.  He turned to Companion and pointed.

    “Yes, that is where we’re going,” Companion said.

     Seeker’s tension eased, and a sudden lightness filled his chest. Something about this place felt familiar—like he had finally arrived somewhere he belonged.

    A wooded ravine cut through the valley, and a stream peeked through the trees, winding southward through the shadows.  From the distant mountains, cascades poured down in ribbons of white, waterfalls crashing into pools below with a low, steady roar.  Mist rose where the water met rock, softening the air.

   The gurgle of the stream mingled with the distant thunder of the falls.  A cool breeze rose from the ravine, stirring the wheat fields and carrying the scent of water—fresh, clean, crisp.  Beneath it lingered a trace of damp earth and moss, the breath of the valley itself.

    As if he could read Seeker’s thoughts, Companion said, “I agree, you definitely could use a wash.”

    The sun was warm, and the stale smell of his sweat mixed with the lingering decay of the Slough, still clinging to his skin and clothes.  The water below looked cool, inviting.

    But the way down into the ravine was steep and perilous.  More than that, it was off the path.  

   “But… are we…?”  He hesitated, then shook his head.  “No, I won’t leave the Way.”

    Companion laughed.  “No, not that way.  There are steps down near the Interpreter’s House.  It’s steep, but it’s worth the climb.”  He gestured toward the ravine.  “There’s a palace built by the Interpreter long ago.  The water is good to drink, and there are pools for swimming.”

    He paused and added with a quiet smile, “This whole realm is filled with things to see.  And it’s one of the few places on the Narrow Way where exploration isn’t just allowed but encouraged.”

    The tower seemed much closer now.  Seeker picked up his pace.

    As they left the Wicket Gate behind, a wall rose alongside the Narrow Way, fencing it in.  From the other side, branches heavy with fruit reached over the top, growing from fruit trees in a garden just beyond the wall.

    Seeker paused beside the wall to study the small, round fruit, their pale skins slightly lustrous.  His finger hovered just short of touching one.  “I recognize these.”

    “I wouldn’t eat those,” Companion said.  “Not unless you’re looking for a bad stomachache.”  He pointed toward the looming ruins of Beelzebub’s Castle, dark and imposing beyond the wall. “It’s his garden.  Or at least it was.”

    “In the Valley of Destruction, there’s a tree beside a river.”  He held up his staff.  “I cut this from its branches.  The fruit is the same.  But the tree is larger and older.  Much older.  Ancient.”

    Companion looked at the trees as if seeing them for the first time. “Lignum Scientiae,” he said.  Then he grinned.  “That’s a fancy word for ‘Tree of Knowledge.’  I’ve never seen it myself. Mine comes from the Lignum Vitae.” He held out his staff.

    “Tree of Knowledge?” Seeker ran his fingers along the rough, gnarled wood of the staff in his hands.  “But why would Beelzebub…”

    Companion shrugged. “It’s not evil, you know.  Just… dangerous. Eat a bite and you’ll be fine.  Eat a few and you won’t feel so good. More than that, well… the effects can be pretty bad.”

    “Well, let’s not find out. I’d hate for you to have to carry me the rest of the way.” He laughed, turned, and continued down the Narrow Way.