I was once again wandering in the dark. Aimlessly, bored, tired yet no where near tired enough to actually sleep. It was to the point where the first few fingers of light were starting to make their mark known on the world, creeping over the horizon, I wandered. I spotted it then, the rocks that led to the top of the crags. I must get there. I have to watch as the sun breaks over the world, brightening it with its glorious light. It was located near the mouth of some of the falls, but it was the highest point that I could see, and yes, I would get there. A nagging fear crossed my mind, telling myself that I had to be stupid or risking my neck to climb it when the rocks were in shadows, when they were still slick with the morning dew that had yet to be burned off by the sun.

But I had to.

Dawn was a mere few short minutes away, and I was climbing. Up the rocks to get to the highest vantage point within the Crags, trying to reach the top before the sun would break free fully and light this world up with the beauty and grace that would fill the world. I must’ve stepped wrong, because the rocks beneath my front paw slipped, and I found myself crashing against the rather unpleasant rocks, feeling them dig within my soft pelt, pressing against the fragile skin beneath. I grumbled, steadying myself as I stood back up, determined to make it to the top. I focused on ignoring the pain that shot up my leg, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind saying that I had been a fool, that I had yet again, hurt myself. I grit my teeth as I pushed through the pain, slipping a few more times, albeit not as bad as the first, I managed to get there.

The sight took my breath away. The sun was starting to beam its light even more, graceful shards of light were illuminating the valleys, hills, rivers and fields, and oh my. It was so gracious, so beautiful that there was no way I would have missed this. It was worth the pain. Worth the blood that barely trickled down my leg, going unnoticed by me entirely. I was much to engrossed in the sight before me to worry about that.

nine - by camelot out of laila - female