Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.
Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...
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Posted on December 20, 2016 at 00:22:55 AM by Kahlan
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I don’t know why I am shocked. No. Scratch that. I am not shocked. If ever there was something good about the breaking of my mind was that oddly enough it made me see things more clearly. Well, at least something things. Sure, there are times when I lose my sight and my memory, when I have a lapse in time itself and awake in a time and place I don’t remember or know of. But I can see clearly without my previous naivety the darkness in others, the emptiness in their souls. Everything that ever hurt me, everyone that ever hurt me, hurt me because of that same naivety. They took advantage of my kindness, of my forgiveness, of my friendship. But ever since I broke, those things - those traits - no longer weaken me. I have no kindness to take advantage of – no, instead I linger on a thin edge of apathy. What need do I have to care about anything other than my own survival? Everything that I have cared about has been destroyed, so it works out for the best in the end doesn’t it? And because I no longer stoop to such things as making friendships, I never am hurt and therefore never have anything to forgive. Why then? I no longer need friends nor companionship. So why then am I constantly on the move, on the run? Why do I flitter from one land to the next? I had fled from Blossom Forest at first, perhaps in a stupid attempt to find myself, or whatever. But there was nothing to find – I am more me now than I ever have been. I have nothing to hold me back, no feelings or anything else of the sort. But why then do I seek out others still? I think perhaps it is because of my boredom. My feelings always brought along with them happiness and adventure and amusement… and without them there is that exact absence. I want something else. Perhaps it truly is as simple as desiring amusement. But if it is something more, should I really go after it? After finally being able to release myself and protect myself from the pain of it all, why should I run back to that? And yet here I am. Here I am in the darkness, wandering the lands of Blossom Forest that I know all too well despite my efforts to put it behind me. Here I am despite all of the miles I travelled. I am homeless and packless once again, after Silas left Moondown desolate. Perhaps it was the truth that I spoke to him that caused him to abandon his place on the throne. Perhaps it was heartbreak when his beloved Kavik never returned to his side. Whatever the reason for it he is gone. Moondown is gone. But what was it to me? The only difference between my den there and the den I will make this night is that my previous den was in protected lands. It is not as if I have lost friends or family… not like I did then. But as I wander through this abysmal darkness suddenly the air moves. I raise my brows as birds take wing above me, flying from danger. And yet the greater danger still would be if they never knew at all that danger was lurking. I lower my haunches and wrap my plume around them, listening to the night air. As it did before, something pushes in from the edges of my consciousness, trying to steal the moment and my sight from me but silently I fight back to remain here in this moment. I hear aching bones, contracted tendons, all stiffness and soreness, and then, finally a snarl. ‘Who.’ I laugh, but it is without tone or humor, more of a snort than a giggle. It is the ridiculousness of the statement that has me amused. Or rather, as amused as I have the potential for. “Easy, dearie, with your tone. Mind your manners and your…” I pause and inhale sharply, tasting him. “…tongue…” I cluck my tongue and turn, beginning to calm down the hairs that were bothered by the wind. “This is not your land nor even your place to call home, and thus you have no power or right to demand anything of anyone.” Sharply, I look up, into the darkness, my ambers landing on where I know the opposing varg lays, even though I can’t see him. Not yet. |
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