The Forest of Questions (part 1)

(umm, sorry, but this isnt quite the real thing.I know it sounds alot like the begining, but its not. Its really just a general idea of the story. I havent quite worked it all out yet.)

Kale sat in front of the campfire, whatching as the hungry falmes ingulfed the meager supply of wood they had managed to find in the barren landscape. He shivered and moved closer to the fire, scooting along on his spare shirt so he didn't have to sit on the freezing snow. The sun was going down fast, and the Frozen Desert was even colder at night that durring the day. The other men huddled together for warmth, looking at him with lack of respect. He wasn't surprised though, He had chosen to come along as a servant boy. It was the only way they would let him come. Of course, he was still one of the lucky ones, as he counted the men for what seemed like the thousanth time, he shook his head, still not beleiving how much their numbers had disinigrated. They were down to twelve men all together, not counting him and the other servant, Bower. They had started with twenty-five.
Kale turned his head away from the miserable men, and as he scanned the horizen, he spotted a smudge to the north, the same way they were headed. " Hey Bower, whats that?" he asked, pointing in the direction of the smudge.
Bower turned from his meal of bread and water and let his gaze follow Kale's finger. "Ah," he said slowly in his thick, forign accent, "Tha be a dreadful place, truly dreadful. Many a good man has perished in tha Devils Pit. Tha be the Forest o Questions."
"The Forest of Questions?" asked Kale. Now that he looked harder, he could make out the faint outline of treetops. "Whats the Forest of Questions?"
"Its jus what it sounds like lad. The forest itself asks ye the questions ye want answered most." replied Bower, turning back to his meal
Kale looked at him, "Well that doesn't sound to bad," he said, "I already know what questions I want answered. How could that kill me?"
Bower turned to look at him again, " Thats not jus it, lad. The farther into the forest ye go, the deeper the questions go." Kale just looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, not understanding. "Look," Bower began again, " as ye get closer to the heart o the forest, the questions get closer to yer heart, until soon it be askin questions ye never knew were there. It'll drive a man mad, al o them unanswered questions rattlin around in 'is 'ead. He'll start stumblin around all confused, not knowin which way 'es goin. Thats 'ow it'll kiil ye. Ye end up lost an starvin te death. Lucky us, we get te travel straight through it."

Stories.

So, I've got a bunch of stories that I've writen, and from what I hear they're not bad. So i'll get those to ya as soon as i can. I hope you like them.