At last he came to a tree. It stood in a field by itself. It had a narrow trunk and its branches were nearly barren of leaves.
Climb.
He absentmindedly reached up and touched his necklace. Time to see if Sobo was right.
He walked up to the base of the Tree and started to shimmy up its trunk. The Tree began to literally groan as he ascended and trembled like it was trying to shake him off. A howling wind blew across the clearing, battering against his skin like a serrated knife. He gritted his teeth.
He won't be stopped so easily.
Steeling himself, he leapt for the nearest branch. Success! No sooner had he gripped the branch, that he felt something like electricity course through his body. It left him drained but also energized. He also noticed that the wind had stopped.
CLIMB!
He leapt from branch to branch ignoring the burning under his skin and weightlessness.
Finally he reached the last branch. Instead of the sky, he saw a black mist floated above him.
Go.
For the first time since he started this journey, he hesitated.
Go! the voice insisted.
"But-" Trust me.
"Who are you?" Your guardian angel. Now go.
He reached up and put his hand into the mist. Like quicksand it pulled him into its murky depths.