I’m in a café in Torfhaus right now. I’ve got all the supplies I’m going to need in the moor, since I’m presuming more freaky mumbo jumbo is going to go down in there.
I’m starting to wonder if I’ve made a mistake. I’ve always wanted to visit Europe and now that I finally have, I’m basically preparing to go meet my death. Is sacrificing yourself for the greater good really the right thing to do if you know you’re going to fail? Which is better, to possibly do a great good with one action, or definitely do a little good with many?
Marcus rode out into the night to try and destroy the Tree Walker. He obviously failed. Did he do any good? If he did, is that good worth any more than the good he had done already, for example, by helping out Doc Cairo? Is it worth more than the good he could have potentially done with his vast economic resources? Does the fact that he tried count for anything? Do intentions matter or is it just the results?
Somehow I feel like it’s not for me to ever answer these questions. All I can do is what feels right and turning back now doesn’t feel right. It feels easy.
I’m heading out now. I may be some time.
Just arrived in Wolfsburg. I’m completely exhausted, so this’ll be brief, not that I’ve been writing any essays lately. Once I’m in Torfhaus itself, I’ll make another post, then I’ll head into the moor. Right, time to get a room for the night. Later, guys.
Predictably enough, I’ve managed to completely mess up my bookings, so I’m stuck in Berlin for the night. Tomorrow, I’m getting a train to Wolfsburg and from there, I should be able to make my way to Torfhaus. After that, all bets are off. It could end up being a load of shit, it could end up being gold. It could end up being nothing. We’ll see.
I was looking around the villa earlier when I found a car mirror sitting on a shelf. It was obviously from the car that Benjamin, Marcus and Winston stole the day they came out of the Black Forest. Slightly charred.
I spent a long time contemplating it but I’m not sure I reached any profound conclusions. There was something to it though. There was something there.
I’m heading to Germany tomorrow.
I’ve seen it hanging around the villa. Watching me, but not taking any action. It looks like its gone back to its old, passive self. No more ripping doors to shreds. I wonder if any of us will ever know what drives it. Why does it hate us? Why does it destroy us? And, now and then, why doesn’t it? Why does it leave horrible, evil people in the world and kill the innocent?
It has a purpose. It has some sort of plan, an agenda of some description. It must. It can’t just be random. I can’t deal with a world like that. My mind won’t tolerate a world where not everything makes sense. There has to be some sort of logic to it. There has to be some pattern.
This book is really interesting but not terribly helpful. It’s mostly a bunch of old myths that reference either Nebelfort or Torfhaus. There’s a few recurring things; a world divided in two, a great cataclysmic battle between a mighty hero and one or both of the kings, a magical sword, trees, water. Surprisingly few damsels-in-distress, though there are the odd few.
There’s really only one thing left for me to do. I have to go to Torfhaus and see what I can find there. I’ve been trying to get all the plane, train and bus connections in order, but I’m not really familiar with European geography, so it’s gonna take a couple of days.
I’m in Naples. In fact, I’m right where I’m supposed to be. When I landed, Benjamin was waiting for me. He offered to take my bags and told me to save the questions for when we arrived at the villa. I was in too much shock to object.
When we arrived, he fixed me a drink and a meal. After we were done eating, he took me to the sitting room and told me about the villa. Apparently it’s been in his mother’s family for generations. I feel so weird walking amongst all these people who’ve had luxury homes since before the USA was founded. I’m from South Central, for fuck’s sake.
After escaping the Black Forest, Benjamin, Marcus and Winston drove to the villa to plan their next move. After spending a couple of weeks here, they crossed the Mediterranean to get to Turkey, then made their way across the Middle East and Asia, over the Himalayas into India and that’s where Benjamin completely lost touch with reality and started his murder campaign. For some reason, he thought that his father’s toy company would be able to fight against the Tree Walker somehow. After the end of that episode, he moved to a small cabin on the edge of the Black Forest and started looking for Nebelfort.
He thinks there’s something in Nebelfort that could let us kill the Tree Walker. He walks the Black Forest every day, trying to reach it. I can’t even imagine that kind of dedication. When he was done telling me all this, he handed me exactly what the note I found was directing me to. A book about Nebelfort and Torfhaus. I asked him why he was helping me.
“We all have to atone for what we’ve done, Hannah. Not just Marcus.”
And then he left, leaving the keys with me.