Mearcweard: A Cry in The Darkness

A long time ago, I ventured into the woods, seeking to unravel the enigma of my own identity. The forest was a realm of mystery, its allure both intriguing and seductive, a sanctuary for my hungry soul. With each step deeper into the wilderness, I found clarity—the path I must follow.

Sweetly, a symphony of howls reverberated through the ancient trees, harmonizing with the rustling leaves. The haunting melody was both beautiful and unsettling, a paradox that stirred my senses. Fear gnawed at me, urging retreat, but an inner voice whispered, “Go ahead.”

And then, there it was: the wolf. Its eyes, shiny and serene, mirrored the cosmos—a night sky ablaze with stars. As I drew closer, I glimpsed its heart, bleeding beautifully. The wolf spoke, not in words, but in a primal language that resonated within me: “Do not fear yourself; Mearcweard.”

In that moment, I understood—I was both seeker and sought, lost and found. The forest held my truth, and the wolf, my guide. And so, I pressed on, embracing the unknown, my heart echoing the wolf’s ancient wisdom

Stepheson Emmanuel