Taken From Behind – First-person View

Instead, he turned up on the road, crawling toward our village. If you catch him in the evening, after he’s had his daily dose of juniper whiskey, he’ll show you the way to heaven and not just Mistveil.”

I’m a stubborn guy, so when I get something in my head I can hardly get it out. “Run!” they also shouted as they passed me. “Last year, a young man arrived here after had left a few days before for Mistveil, and we all thought him dead and expected to find him dead in the White River from one day to the next. Just as I was getting completely discouraged, the mist began to clear and above me, the sun rose.