A new start or the beginning of the end?

Here? The long journey to this land was meant to be a new start. A chance to put tragedy behind him. A chance to start again. Maybe even to feel again. Had he even really cared what happened to anyone before. Had he cared for anything really. Life in the old world had been dead, automatic. So simple. By escaping there was a chance to live again. To tell himself he really was alive, even if the only way to tell was feeling pain. But here?

The starkness of the landscape brought his new situation home to him. The sheer marble walls their white rock tinged salmon pink by the dying winter sun. The contrast with the rich grasslands he had left behind could not be more complete. There food was abundant, with others to hunt and kill for him he never even questioned where the food that made him fat and slow moving came from. Well now things were about to change. If he wants to survive - finding food would be down to him. And yet here - in this barren place, even finding food might be a struggle.

If he wants to survive? Strange he even asks the question. As if there is some death wish reason he has come to this new place. Some compelling reason he has come here that will lead to his own self destruction. Or maybe someone?