He waded across the moor, detaching predator underwater plants, the suckers of which clung to his skin. Oozing blood at his knees, wincing in pain, he grunted at the effort of hauling the large sack resting on his weary shoulders. He was six feet tall, built like an ox and yet his tired eyes betrayed the troubles that were keeping his mind hostage. A scar ran across his chin, splitting his lower lip in two, ending at the base of his neck. He was dirty and very much looked the part of a vagabond in a play on poverty stricken nomads, with scraggy hair running wild falling in a tangled heap below his shoulders. The only sign of contact with other humans was a basket of bread and a keg of wine bundled up on his left arm. Walking to the center of the marshpool, he set the bag down and holding his hands up in the air, began waving as he started chanting a strange mantra. It was eerie, and the whole night stood still while his voice pierced sharp yet booming through the wilderness. Sitting on watch atop an old oak tree, I could'nt make out what was in the sack but it looked big enough to hold a person. My suspicions were laid to waste when I saw him dig into the bag and pull out a huge sword studded with what looked like spider caracasses. He turned away from me and started swishing the sword to and fro continuing the increasingly piercing chanting. His voice rose to a fevered pitch as he started gesturing wildly with the sword swishing the air and slicing the dark waters of the lake. Curiosity go the better of me and I peeked through the foliage to get a better look. My heart skipped a beat as I heard it. Cursing myself I stood still hoping the chanting had drowned out the snap of a baby branch under my foot. It all happened so fast I had no time to react, he turned around and let the sword fly into the air with phenomenol force. As it came searing through the air towards me, I could feel a strange sinking sensation at the pit of my stomach. It was then that I realized what I had witnessed and it left me gasping for breath as I tried to comprehend how something that big had turned up so unexpectedly, with no more than a whisper. Being a straight A's student I had always trusted in science, in the belief of quantifying matter and energy, in Newton's laws, Kepler's observations, BigBang vs. String theory, Heisenberg's uncertainity principle, Darwin's theory of evolution, of aging, reproduction, genetics... Now it felt so childish, so stupid and silly. Why had'nt anyone realized this before? The explanation was as much out there as the sun that rose every morning, the truth had been brushing against us every moment of our lives...and yet, we had been so blind. Somehow, I knew nothing would come of trying to run, somehow, I knew there was no stopping the sword as it came pummelling through the night.....the spiders coalesced into one large beast enveloping me in eternal darkness.