I\'ve lost track of my footprints. I am Lost. Lost in this horrible snowstorm. In the \'valley of heart\'. Sharp arrows delivered from the sky, hit my chest. Fog strikes me in the eyes. I have never seen this kind of fog before. Is it possible to fog and snow at the same time? It is almost as if I am not meant to reach the herbalist... The pain...Someone or something, stabs me through my heart, grabs me inside my head-- I am confused, I\'ve lost myself and my life. Where am I? Who are you? Where are we? Please...Leave this place.

my vision has clouded...

(This journal belongs to The Council of Treedonia)

November 13th.

I leave the village in agony, against my will and my families. Leaving my oldest son Tom in charge of the house and the farming, I have no doubt he will do well, he is ready..
My wife is sick, I do not know why or how... I am told that I must go see an old herbalist in the Wortwash Forest. \"Never enter by night\" people from the village tell me. \"Why?\" I asked them, but they had already left me to my fate, with this one small warning, without any explanation...I am not sure I trust them, but I do not dismiss their warning either.

I wave farewell to my lovely young daughter Gloria and my son Tom, I kiss my wife Mihna farewell...

November 14th

After a horrible sleep at the towns inn I begin my journey.
I walk towards the hill of splendour which I must cross or walk around to reach Wortwash Forest. The hill is smaller than I thought.

I am tired, worn out, and I already miss my family, I miss Toms laugh, Glorias silly questions and the touch of my wife... Many times I want to go back, but I cannot, I must reach the herbalist and tell him about my wife and her sickness. I must ask him to give me hope.

I am following the path towards the hill. Observing the old path, set in frog-like footprints, I wonder, why it is called Hill of splendour?

Do I take the path up and over the hill or do I walk around? The way over is fast but dangerous, the way around; safe but slow. There is no time to walk around, I must take the path that leads up and beyond the hill.

But before I do anything, it is time to make camp. It is getting dark, and a sudden fear surrounds me, I do not dare walk any further.

November 15th

Packing my things I notice I\'ve gotten a follower. A crow. Though I am glad I am not alone, it makes me uncomfortable.
Having packed my things. I read the sign \"Path over hill - Mind the danger..\"
The rest of the sentence has been scratched off the sign. What danger lies ahead, or is it just a joke, or a trap?

I begin my journey. The hill is barren. Empty.

15 min: The Hill of Splendour - November 15th
I\'ve walked on the path for about 15 minutes now. Already do I have a great view over the landscape of Treedonia, the city. I can even see my village from here, which lies just outside the gates of Treedonia.

21 min:
Something shakes beneath the hill. It is no earthquake. I fear that something lies beneath this hill, something fierce... There are no animals on the hill, they dare not pass this way?

30 min:
The ground keeps shaking. It seems to have some sort of rhytm, every 10 minutes it shakes once, since I began walking. I can hear a hissing noise ahead. I never been so happy that my follower, my crow, is with me. What is making the ground shake and the air hiss?

50 min:
I am now almost at the top, It would have taken me 4 hours to walk around. I count that it takes about 1h up the hill, and one down... The hissing comes closer! The crow has kept a new distance from me as I get closer to the top.
There it is again! The hissing and the shaking...it comes more often, every 5 minutes now I believe...my watch has stopped, it no longer ticks, I must get it repaired-----

???? min:

My god...My god. I do not know how long I have been knocked out. But this is no hill! It is a beast! And I am on it\'s back. There is little time to write, I must jump off before it reaches the lake nearby--