The Village

With the shadows answer he was taken aback as he knew deep down they could communicate to him but actually having the shadow speak in his head was strange, but the shadow did not continue speaking anymore as it seemed very limited on how much the shadow could speak with it only responding directly to his questions with simple answers. Like when he asked where the village was the shadow elongated itself into the direction he assumed was the village and when he asked the shadow, he was sure it answered "yes" in his mind.

Soon he figured out that this shadow was not just a random shadow but the shadow followed him as if it was his own shadow but it was darker than all the other shadows around, so when he asked why the shadow followed him the shadow replied "power. keeps. free" he was confused he thought it was just all the shadows around him but he realised it was just like the trees he had tried to control before being limited to communication and small control like wiggling the roots of the trees but this one shadow was different it had its own mind and followed him and if he asked the shadow that he had nicknamed dark to do something dark would immediately do it without question.

When he asked the other shadows to do something some of them would congregate like the original trap that the wendigo had sprung on him with the shadows creating a dark spot which was hard to see in but dark seemed to be able to influence the other shadows more then he could make them thicker and darker as if more shadows went and heeded darks call but it was still not the amount the wendigo could do, asking dark why he was different dark said "soul" and nothing else leading to the young man coming to the conclusion it was either the soul of the man he killed that the wendigo had taken over or the soul of the wendigo however he was not sure if the wendigo had a soul like a normal human.

Thinking to here he saw the sun getting close to setting as in the forest a few hours before the sun sets it will get dark so he knew he had about an hour before it would get dark and it would be harder to move in the correct direction.

Walking over to the base of the tree he moved his hand towards the ground before he stopped as he did not want to shove his hand into the ground as he did not know if there was a rock between the roots and his hand as he could feel the roots he could feel where the roots are but not what was in between so he decided to make the root come towards him until he could not get them to move up any further, walking around the tree he picked the root closest to the top and shoved his hand into the ground before being grabbed the root his hand hit something hard but it did not stop his hand as it went and he grabbed the root but now he had the problem of was he going to be able to break the root from the tree as the part he had grabbed was as thick as his arm.

He decided to pull on the root to see what would happen and to his surprise, he ripped the root completely out of the ground including the piece he was holding at breaking it off the tree and pulling up the root from the ground this root went on for five meters before the root finally was pulled up from the ground completely it was then that he saw a stone broken in half with finger marks in it.

It was only then that he noticed it was what was slightly hard was in fact a rock about the size of his fist thinking of this he wondered how strong he was so he flexed his muscles and squeezed the root in his hand but it did not budge just sitting in his hand he could not even dint it making him wonder whether the rock was already broken and he was just up himself, commanding the root to wrap around his arm he knew it would be useful later as it could be armour or a weapon.

Bending down he picked up the rock that was grey and speckled he did not know what it was called but it seemed just as strong as a normal rock so he again flexed his muscles and this time some of the rock was broken and only about half of the rock was left in his palm, confusing him he looked up at the tree in front of him and remembering how the wendigo had smashed a tree just like this deciding he would have to test it on his only frame of reference so he wrapped his fist and wrist in the vine to make sure when he punched it at least the vine would hold his bones in place so they won't break as easily.

Winding up he unleashed the strongest fist of his life the swished throw the air until it hit the tree and the tree was broken in half as his fist went throw the tree, he was stunned staring at his hand that was wrapped in the vine suddenly he felt pain and realised the vine had not broken or been squished even through it was malleable and should have absorbed some of the impacts but it had not instead it left a dent in his fingers with white in the dent like someone had wrapped his knuckles with a switch but in a way, it kind of had been.

Taking the vine away from his wrist he grabbed it in his non-dominant left hand and lashed out with it like a whip however it hit the tree and did nothing, he pondered why as it had just helped him smash throw a tree and had felt as hard as metal so he tried, again and again, it was only at the fifth try that he realised that if he thought of hitting the tree he was whipping hard like a rock or metal the vine would tear into the tree as if it was hardened by his thoughts.

It was strange but he was running out of daylight so he booked it to the village making sure he was going the right way he ran but this time the undergrowth did not slow him down it was like he was walking in a field that only had slightly long grass, he moved like the wind fast and swift until he came to a clearing as the sun was going down.

Moving into the opening he saw a small road as he followed it he came to a red house that was on the corner of the forest walking to the house he saw it looked old but not too old with space around it before the dirt road with only a wire fence in-between the there garden and the road with this two-story house and a shed that looked as if it was about to fall down he did not think much help would come from anybody that lived there if someone did live in there so he continued down the road until it turned left just past the red house and he saw that down the hill was a town and he knew he was out of the forest and back in civilisation.

Walking down to the white house on the right that was a double story he figured out where he was as it was a classic Italian house with a white finish on the walls looking over the valley ahead of them with now him thinking he knows what country he was in being Italy, this did not help him as he did not know Italian but he walked to the door he knocks on it as the last light faded from the sky the door opened and an old lady answered it he signalled to himself and to the phone trying to make out he needed to call someone but thankfully the old lady seemed to understand it as he had blood on him and looked like he had been in a fight so she brought the phone to the door but before that she called another person in the town to keep an eye on her outside the window in her house after that was done she handed the phone to the young man and as his hand grabbed the phone he froze as who was he going to call.