Silence. This is a dead forest. No birds chirping. No life to be seen or heard. Only I exist here. It is the Wayland. In between the land of the dead and the land of the living. I don’t know how I got here. I only know that it is a place I have read about since I was a child. The myth’s of our people speak of this place. It is in between life and death. I lay on the ground. My stomach and arm hurt. Those must be where I was shot. Now I wait… to see if I am brought back to the land of the living, or left to the land of death…