Hello reader who is definitely only me, this is the second day I have decided to fill my boredom with writing. I have almost five days until I have to take my leave from The Great Mountains, I quite liked it to be honest. It was one of the better mountains I've been to as of late but I found that the crows everywhere were a bit bothersome at times. However, my stay was still an enjoyable experience. I write that simply because not long ago I met a merchant, this man's name I can barely remember so I won't bother putting it down- But, this merchant seemed like the kind of man who had been to all sorts of places and seen many great things, so, hoping that he knew of a nice mountain for me to take a short stay at so decided I asked him if he had any suggestions. I have two words, never again...
The mountain that cheerful looking merchant directed me to lead me to a group of tall, jagged spires of crude stone reaching up into the sky. And get this! He also told me there were mile long fields of grass at this "Beautiful Mountain." And me not taking him lightly believed that maybe, just maybe, I could find a nice empty field to sit majestically in... Simply put, never trust a merchant who looks like they enjoy Pig-Salt on their Bloom Bird eggs. Honestly... I just don't get some people.
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I am taking a brief stop on my way down the mountains to refresh my mind. It seems the clouds are beginning to darken, if I can make my way to the east side of the mountain I believe I can spare myself from the rain, if not, it will be an uncomfortable journey down I hope I don't have to take.
It seems I will have to take an uncomfortable and wet journey after all...
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The rain hasn't stopped yet but I finally made it to the base of the mountain, for now I'll wait under a tree for things to clear over.
While I wait I might as well share a story for myself to reminisce about... I think a good story from my childhood could come to mind easily so I'll go with that.
When I was about the age of seven I was a very gullible child, I believed anything and everything that adults told me, one time it even lead me to thinking that if I ran after eating breakfast I would end up as cow food. Regardless, the point is I thought that once someone reached a certain age they couldn't lie anymore, unfortunately, I was very wrong in believing that... During a late winter night, with a slight breeze in the air, I found myself wandering through the forest near my home, looking for something interesting to cure my boredom. And there it was, hunched over in front of me with a fading candle in one hand and a twisted walking stick in the other, a woman offered to tell my future. And, being the naive child I was, I thought this old woman must have been the kindest of souls, to tell the future of a stranger out of the blue was very saintly deed, so of course she would be nice, right? If I recall correctly she had a distinctly raspy yet powerful voice, which at the time put even more intrigue and mysticism to the image of the old woman I had in my childish mind. After I excitedly nodded my head to the woman's proposal she then asked me a incredibly strange question which still confuses me to this day, simply put, she said she could only tell the future by reading the space in-between my toes. Of course, I was very put off by this at first but still thought this woman wanted what was best for me, so, in the cold winter snow, I took my boots off and did an awkward hand stand while she told me my future. To be honest, I didn't catch a word she said... For some reason the rasp in her voice got cranked up to the maximum when she was telling the future, so, sadly, I never got to know what my future was going to be like... And the worst part is, she took my boots and ran away! I would have been more mad at her for taking my boots at the time but to be honest I was so angry that I didn't hear what she said that I didn't even think about my boots, or the cold of doing a handstand in the snow...
Seems the rain is clearing up now, I think I'll stop writing and get a move on.