My travels long, These roads endless. I write in this journal as the leaves dance to the melody of the wind, the birds chirp quietly behind.. the white light, shines from the sky. I still have a long way to go, I venture on into the unknown.. it is a truly beautiful day, with no signs of life other than the birds that have come to pass. If I am to find the cabin, which is said to hold the great secrets of sorcery, I am to continue on through these unsettlingly silent woods. I must be getting close now.. I can feel the magic and the power, The elements and the life around me.. dissipating. Yes, This is the feeling.. The undoubted feeling.. of Magic.