The Chosen Traveller
Copyright 2012 Karl Reifenstein
Cover Design by Tegan Morgan
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Darkness lay across the countryside, but for a glint of red in the east. Tentatively at first, as if afraid to break the solemn quiet the night had kept, the sun raised its golden crown above the rim of the ageless earth. The world burst into colour and light. Birds, once nestled quietly on their perches or in the hollows of trees, now darted about, announcing the new dawn with exalted cries and glorious song. Sunlight refracted off countless beads of dew that had formed on the grassy plains overnight. It seemed now as if every blade of grass as far as the eye could see was brilliantly alight, as if the plain had been dusted with millions of tiny diamonds.
The beauty of the scene was marred only by a set of footprints in the dew, pockets of green in a sea of silver, leading up a slight rise to the top of a rocky outcrop set in the middle of the field. There a young man sat looking out over the plains, forests and creeks, appreciating the beauty the new dawn had brought. Judah often came to this place to watch the sun rise in the morning. He had to go to sleep early the night before, but being here, seeing this... it made it worth the reluctant departure from his comfortable sheets. Here he witnessed what many could not be bothered to admire.