caution to wind, towards the glow!

With hope that there may be some type of residents near by, you push on towards the glow with renewed hope. Your pack starts feeling like there are rocks in it rather than your food or sleeping roll.

The swampy grounds continue to gradually give way to more firmness but still you struggle with boots sticking in the muck. As you pause to rest against a tree, you realize that you can hear a faint noise, to you it sounds like music. You pull yourself upright and begin to tredge onward. Your mind begins to imagine a house with fire waiting in the mist, and wood floor or hopefully a bed to lay down on.

As you move on, you suddenly stop, your mind begins to recall the stories from the last village. The spoke of many horrors and superstitions, and determining what could be true from what is just fairytales is impossible since this is new territory for you.