Evening Dreams

The Mountain of Lords

"We can't cross the Mountain of Lords!" yelled Jesus, running up to Roy. "Well either we cross it or we die from loss of oxygen." "How about we cross... um... the old abandoned freeway?" suggested Jesus, keeping up with Roy. "No it will take a day at least and why are you arguing, you survived it before!" "Yeah, barely! My face was bitten by... by that thing." Roy stopped in his tracks. "What thing?" Jesus gulped. " The Pockel. A bird so strong a thousand men couldn't make a dent in it." "Then how'd you survive?" asked Roy. "Well two years back a storm hit Hart, it brought a curse to Hart. My friends and I ventured into The Mountain of Lords seeking a poriberry."

"It was a type of berry that when eaten grants you a wish. We were going to wish to lift the curse off of Hart. Until we saw the Pockel, the Pockel had talons as fast as a speeding bullet. It killed all my men, but while fighting I snuck pass it and grabbed the berry and I used it to lift the curse. I know, I know. I'm the biggest coward in the world. I live in guilt thinking 'what if they lived. What if I helped?'"

Roy was speechless and gave Jesus a hug. "Don't worry. This time you can make it right." Roy smiled. "Thanks." said Jesus breaking a tear. Jesus and Roy continued there way to the Mountain of Lords, despite getting attacked by nightmares every now and then. "So, the president is making us stay." said Jesus, trying to break the awkward tension. "Yeah, he said 'I'm Mr. President and we will all go on a suicide mission. Business. Business. Business.'" He mimicked. Jesus laughed, they continued walking to the Mountain of Lords. They finally came across the outskirts of this behemoth of a mountain. "Holy cow. That's bigger than I imagined."

The mountain was so tall you couldn't even see the whole thing. "How the heck are we going to cross it!" yelled Roy. He tried to find a Jesus and spotted him over to his left. "Jesus! What are you doing!" yelled Roy, trying to be louder than the wind hitting the mountain. "An old mine shaft elevator! Made by the first people to find it!" "I thought you were the only one to cross it!" Roy screamed to the top of lungs. "I was, they died while building it! It only goes about half way up the mountain!" Roy ran to the elevator and Jesus pulled the rope. It was crusty and covered in snow. His hands were close to getting frostbite, but they both pulled through. They were now one fourth up the mountain. Roy was celebrating until he heard one word he wished he didn't. Jesus said the rope... was... stuck.