Once in a land ruled by children and men, stood the proud body of Mount Mejlna.  Her snowy belly and icy claws lured many adventurers to her top but few achieved their goal.  The challenge was this: who would claim her first. 

On a snowy day not unlike others, the IceMan and the FireBird met at Mejlna’s feet.  “A race!” said IceMan daring the FireBird.  “Don’t be a fool” she replied, “You are big and hairy and slow, and I am a FireBird.” The IceMan chuckled for he had a secret.  He had lived for many years in the bosom of the mountain and knew her curves well.  He also knew that the FireBird would heat the ice and melt her foothold, slipping to an easy defeat.  “Are you afraid of the challenge FireBird?” teased the IceMan.  “Never” fumed the FireBird.  “Well then…” said the IceMan and off he sprung, leaping upon the legs of Mount Mejlna. 

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The FireBird quickly followed.  The IceMan and FireBird hacked their way up Mejlna’s thighs, the IceMan was sure that soon he would gain the upper hand and also the victory.  But the FireBird was cunning and quick.  Before the IceMan could think, she spread her wings and soared three folds above her challenger turning the snow to sludge.  Up, up, up she soared melting the ice off of Mejlna.  The poor IceMan, caught in the sludge, began to stumble and slip and until he slid to the very soles of Mount Mejlna’s feet. “Wait Fire Bird!  Wait for me!” roared the IceMan but the FireBird laughed and chuckled until she reached the crown top of Mejlna.  The IceMan, finally defeated, sank into a little ball of fluff, sulking like the many child rulers of the land. Looking down at her challenger the FireBird felt gleeful.  “Silly IceMan”, she thought, “that should teach him a lesson.”

The End