The Road Back Home – A Supernatural Mythology Tale

I don’t remember how it all began. It was as if there was no beginning at all. I found myself standing alone on a long, red clay road that glowed softly in the darkness, stretching far toward hills and mountains under a black sky. On either side of the road, deep, silent waters reflected shadows I could not understand.

I felt as if I had been here before, yet I could not remember when. I tried to turn around, but my feet moved forward on their own, as if the road itself was calling me, guiding me onward. With every step, fear grew in my heart, and I felt as if unseen eyes were watching me, whispering around me, waiting for me.

Far ahead, at the edge of the hills where the road narrowed, stood a tall, shadowy figure. It did not move, but I felt its presence, waiting for me, guarding the way forward.

I wanted to stop, but behind me, I heard footsteps. Three figures emerged from the darkness. They were men, but somehow wrong, moving together as one. The man on the left had only one arm, the man on the right had one arm, and the man in the middle had no arms at all. In their hands, they held swords stained with blood, their blades sharp and cold.

As they came closer, I felt a chill run through me, and I realized with horror that their faces were my own. It was me, coming to stop me, to challenge me. My heart raced, and I ran forward, the only choice I felt I had. But the faster I ran, the closer they came, until they caught me, pushing me down onto the glowing red road. The mud smelled like iron, and I realized it was not just clay—it was soaked in blood.

They turned me over, raising their swords, ready to strike. Just as I thought it was the end, shapes rose from the waters on either side of the road. They were creatures I could not name, with three heads and two strong arms, their teeth sharp as knives. They grabbed the three versions of me, pulling them away and tearing them apart.

One of the creatures turned to me and held out a hand. I felt a strange comfort and trust, so I reached for it, hoping for help. But as soon as I held its hand, its grip tightened, its mouth opened wide, and I saw its sharp teeth and glowing eyes. Fear froze me in place.

Then, one of the three-headed creatures turned against the others, fighting them off and looking at me with kind eyes. “Go,” it seemed to say, urging me forward. The others released their hold, and I ran, faster than I ever had before, the road calling me onward toward the hills.

Ahead, the tall figure still stood, waiting for me at the bridge that led to the forest. As I reached the bridge, the figure charged toward me, and I ran toward him with all my strength. At the last moment, I leapt off the bridge into the rushing river below.

The water was cold and strong, sweeping me away and tossing me onto the muddy shore. Gasping, I pulled myself up, looking back to see the shadow watching me from the bridge, unmoving.

Night had fallen, and I stepped into the dark forest, hoping to find the road again. Branches scraped my arms, and shadows shifted around me, whispering softly. I heard voices, faint and distant, calling for help.

I followed the voices, running between the trees until I found a man lying on the ground, covered in blood. I turned him over and saw it was my brother. His eyes opened, and he looked at me with pain.

“Where were you?” he whispered.

Before I could answer, a loud sound behind me made me turn around, but nothing was there. When I looked back, my brother was gone, leaving only the empty forest.

Another voice called my name, and I ran toward it. I found her—my friend, the one I had always cared for. Her eyes were filled with tears as she reached for my hand.

“You could have told me you loved me,” she said softly.

I helped her stand, and together we walked through the forest. She led me to a clearing where I saw the glowing red road again, winding up toward a small house on top of a peaceful hill. I turned to ask her why she called out to me, but she only smiled, tears in her eyes.

“So I could be with you for a while,” she whispered as she faded into the darkness.

I stood on the road, looking up at the house on the hill, and in that moment, I realized the truth. The road was leading me home—a place of calm and quiet, a place where I once felt safe.

I felt a presence behind me and turned around, expecting the shadowy giant from the bridge. He was there, taller than ever, standing silently. I was out of plans, with nowhere left to run.

But then I looked into his eyes, and I saw something familiar. His eyes were the same as my father’s eyes, filled with strength and kindness. I looked up the hill again, and in the soft light, I saw my mother standing there, waiting for me.

When I looked back at the shadow, it was no longer a monster. It was my father, standing there with open arms, ready to welcome me back.

I stepped forward, leaving the fear and darkness behind, walking toward the home that was waiting for me, where the road had always been leading me.

Moral of the Story

We must face the darkness within ourselves to find our way home, where love, forgiveness, and courage await us.