It has been three nights since I left the estate... I have finally got to the peak of Weathertop... I am camping up here, there is an excellent all round view of the land blow, the unforgiving Lone Lands... where the sun pins you down and scalds you all day...
I wish... to save Tucona... without her.. I fear my life, will be broken again... my body an empty shell... a false image of what I once was... it is not the first time it has happened.... but this time I am not so sure I will heal... I can hear the wolves howl in the distance... my fire is lit, but I feel exposed up here... even though, no one can see me, I made sure all my trails are un-followable... I do not want anyone tracking me... I shall not sleep tonight, for I do not know what lurks out there, and I do not wish to be surprised.
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The night was peaceful... although... I can feel the tiredness today.. it will not kill me... nothing can, as I will not let it... my anger sates my thirst and feeds my hunger, I do not need food or drink. I have packed.. I am about to leave Weathertop.. there is no sign of her or anything.. just that shack that somehow gets the status of an Inn and a couple of small orc camp, which I have kept an eye on all night... the only odd thing is... a stone, on the floor with a rune carved into it, it seems vaguely familiar in the distant, old parts of my memory, something to do with a wizard it seems by the style of the rune and what it means. there also seem to be marks of some battl, or fight to have been up here... bah.. it does not matter, I must set off I will hopefulyl find myself near the ruins of Ost Guruth by sundown...
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Th sun.. it is beating down upon me.. I feel its unblinking gaze on my neck and head... the water inside me , driven out by the same cause... the sun... no cloud... the stream I passed... it was as dry as rock... it is unbearable... I fel tiredness beggining to cover me like a blanket, like every step I take... its like.. a small bit of my vitality falls into the ground under my feet... every step is an effort... every breath a requirement of strength... I am stronger than this though... my ancerstors didn't give into a warm summers day... and neither will I... my heart is stronger... I am stronger... Death will never conquer me.
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I have made camp... I can see Ost Guruth in the horizon.. it looks further than in the map... hm... must have gone off course a little... of course.. liable to happen when not following roads and trying to confuse any trackers, I dropped my bags and collapsed under my own weight... I fell asleep straight away till the howl of what didn't sound like a wolf... but something more... menacing, a Warg, nearby... I ran into some dry bushes and disguised my hiding place.. I slept peacefully the rest of the night, although... my dreams were punctuated by her screams... inside my head... Tucona was screaming... my heart was screaming... so were the voices of all the people who I have loved and still do... my family... friends... and then... the people I have killed... it was a chorus worth of the name of torture... well.. better get going...
