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The Walker

The Walker

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The WalkerMaps have been sacred archetypes throughout history. Across the world they are symbolsrecognized as the tool that guides us. These maps generally give external directions from one externallocation to another, but what about an internal map to guide us to our true selves, our true potential,and our destiny? With an external map in hand, Gaspare Walker, a young man setting out on a journeyto discover his true power, vigilantly stares into the horizon as he shares farewells with loved ones. Hisexternal destination is to find the secluded lodging of the Red Witch named, Rhowan. Stories of thiswoman, who is believed to be elderly by now, have circulated throughout his village and surroundingvillages for decades. The stories spoke of a woman who knew how to harness the wind and fly, mirrormetal and never be pierced, simply stare and kill. They called her a witch, but Walker, as he prefers togo by, and his friends called her a wielder. Instead of a sword, it was her mind, instead of a fist, it washer emotions, instead of an arrow, it was a piercing glare. She had the power to harness and wield herinner elements so that the external elements conducted themselves accordingly.Why is Walker compelled to find Rhowan? It is widely understood in the villages that destiny
speaks through dreams to give each individual direction; it’s
said to be a Calling. Walker has dreamedthe same reoccurring dream ever since he was a child. In the dream there is only darkness to begin withand somewhere within that darkn
ess a woman’s voice speaks fighting commands. “Left hand up andblock; turn to the right turn and block.” Soon Walker calls out to the voice to come forward.
A cloakedwoman emerges with a snake in hand. She charges at him suddenly, clasps her hands around him, whichare now bird claws, then the snake slithers down and bites his arm. He panics because he can feel the
venom spreading though his veins; he’s dying. He collapses onto the floor
while holding his arm trying totrap the venom. He looks up at the woman in disbelief feeling more deeply wounded by her betrayalthan the wound on his arm. Things begin to fade and he begins to wake up but as he does, the woman
says, “You’re not dead, you simply died. How you think isn’t what you think. The verse is onl
y valid
because of the melody.” Walker always awakes clutching his right arm in pain.The way to determine if a reoccurring dream isn’t just that, but actually a Calling, is through
having a physical spot show up on the body that is in the same place as what happened in the dream. At10 years old Walker had a spot on his left arm discovered by his mother. She knew what it meant andasked him to tell her his dream from last night.
He told her about the woman with bird claws and he’d
been bitten by a snake and the spot on his arm was exactly where the snake had bitten him in thedream. After discovering that this was his Calling, his parents sent him to the historian of their village tofind out about the witchy woman. The historian said she was called Rhowan, the Red Witch but why
that’s her name isn’t
exactly known. There are many different written accounts from supposed eyewitnesses. S
ome said her hair was red and that’s how she got her name, others said her eyes were red,
others said she had a red scarf around her neck and yet another said her house was built on a mountainof dead rowan trees.
Walker wasn’t sure what to believe, but he felt
at the core of his being that heneeded to have his own eye witness experience to then know the truth for himself. His hope was that
then she would teach him all he’d need to know in order to conduct his inner elements to affect the
physical elements. He believed that he was part of something big that would help with the rebalancingthat was prophesized to happen in the coming year.
His village wasn’t a poor village by any means, but there were still hardships place on it by what
was going on in the rest of the planet.
Everyone was looking for the ‘cure.’
Now what was the aliment?Luminous
 
pollution. No one knew its origins or who was behind it, if anyone, but for the last five years
 
there had been a foreign light taking over the skies and not allowing pure darkness, the void, the night,to hover. The seasonal balance of light and darkness, void and dawn, light and dark had been distorted.Some worshiped the second sun of new light; other feared it, some ignored it and others fought againstit. Walker wanted to find where he stood on the matter. Many were confused and as a result moreaffected by the light, some grew weak, others ill and some died, while in the shadows a growing groupof individuals were banding together to restore order through violence. In a way they were being moreharmful to the community than the light pollution itself.
Walker didn’t feel
that his current options (worship, fear, ignore or attack) were in harmonywith what his destiny behest of him. He felt that Rhowan, the Red Witch would have the answers hesought.
He’d hoped, at least.
Everyone in his village hoped along with him and prayed for his safe returnthat would be full with insights that would help save them all. On this day, all of his friends and familyare offering last minute encouragements and say good bye. With a fatherly slap on the shoulder thehistorian gives Walker and nod of reassurance
. “I hope you find what you are looking for.” He
said.Walker thanks
him again for the map that he’
d entrusted to him. The map had been drawn by avagabond who said that when he was passing through the villages a witch sold him a bag of bones forprotection. No one knew if 
the map he’d drawn was valid or not, because n
o one in the village had seenRhowan in over 30 years. It was now bel
ieved that she’d become a bitter old
woman who attacked anyand everyone who intruded upon her sacred space.Walker waves widely to include everyone in his final goodbye wave; he then turns and startswalking. Walker walks. He did not look back and his steps did not waver. He was on his journey
….
 According to the map, Rhowan, The Red Witch, dwelled in a small cabin beyond the forest ontop a mountain. It took Walker a two day hike through the forest because of the uprooted tree rootsblocking his path. The second light was retarding the plant growth. Everyone feared that soon nothingwould grow.Finally, he finds what
the map’s, marked by an X, final destination should
be. An old cabin in thedistance on top a mound of dead red trees looms just beyond the distance he can walk before needingto make camp for the night and sleep. He is still on the sleeping schedule enforced by his village to keepmore from going insane, getting sick and dying from lack of rest; it was a strictly followed curfew foreveryone, old or young, rich or poor. However, Walker is no longer in the village and was becoming aman. He could make his own decisions on what would be best for him.Walker pauses and thinks on how easy it was to find the cabin and how close it actually is. Therealization of its close proximity makes Walker abandon the sleeping schedule. There would still be lightfor him to see after all.He climbs for what feels like hours. When he finally reaches the top and jumps over the last
dead branch, he’s greeted
unexpectedly by a vacant yard with a dying garden and abandoned cabin.
“Hello?” He calls out.
There is no answer. Seems there is strangely no sound on top the moundof dead trees. The wind blows, but
there’s
no whistle, the animals move but
there’s
no scampering,
water drips but there’s no pitter
-patter, the cabin feels inviting but
there’s
no one to say welcome.
 
It’s getting
really late Walker realizes. He pulls out his tent that has thick quilts his mother madeto block
out the light. He decides he’ll have a better look around once he’s rested. For the moment it is
satisfying enough to have simply found the external destination he was looking for.Walker wakes refreshed. He slowly unzips his tent. The brightness of the two light sting his eyesas they adjust. At first he assumes that his eyes are still adjusting and that the big rock in the
background isn’t actually moving. He crawls out of his tent, stands up and looks harder. The gray
,bumpy rock becomes visible before his eyes into its true form. Walker gasps.
“Rhowan?”
A cloaked person stoops perched on top a old tree stump, 30 or so feet away- not moving, justTHERE.
“My name is Walker. I come in peace from the small village beyond the forest. You’ve called me
to you through my dreams. I know it is my destiny to be here. PLEASE, make me into a master of the
elements like yourself!”The person doesn’t respond or even move.
The silence causes his ears buzz or was it theadrenaline rushing through his veins as he pondered if things would play out like his dream? Walkerbegins to wonder if this figure in the distance really is Rhowan.
Are you the Red Witch, Rhowan? Please, I need to save my village. Will you not train me?
Anything…anything you
tell me to do, I will do exact and completely. I wish to be your student.
 A minute or two pass and the cloaked figure remains absolutely still with no response. Walkerwaits patiently for a gesture, sigh, response, anything that will be indicative of an acknowledgement that
he’d been heard. Half an hour passes and Walker’s stomach begins to grumble and his throat to grow
parched.
Oh, how rude of me!
I shouldn’t expect you to do anything on an empty stomach. Do you want
me to gets some water from the well and
make breakfast?”
 No response from the figure so Walker
assumes that she is okay with it. He’s not sure so he
 hesitantly starts to move closer to where she stooped to pick up one of the clay jugs resting against thecabin. He cautiously watches the figure as he moves, expecting at any moment to be
smote by Rhowan’s
power; however, she or whoever it is,
doesn’t move
a muscle. Walker picks up the jug and locates thewell at the back of the cabin. He gathers the water then brings it to the front to share with Rhowan. Ashe places the jug down he then sees 8 more empty jugs
lined up. They hadn’t been there before. Walker
is exci
ted. He feels this is Rhowan’s way of saying she’ll take him on as a student.
 
“Is my task to fill all the
 jugs
? Yes! I will do that right away.”
 He fills all the jugs and lines them up nicely. The figure still
doesn’t move. Walker
stands andwaits patient
ly. He doesn’t know if he’s done it
right or not and what to do next.

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