War for the Skies (completed) (Book 1 of the Heroes of the Realms series)

Chapter 2

I landed in what was something like a bunch of mountains clustered together. I looked around. The rocks looked like they were burnt. Then I had realized I hadn't died. I patted my chest and laughed so loud my voice echoed throughout the mountains.

But my happiness was replaced by dread when I remembered where I was. The Mountains of Despair.

This place was everything my village talked about. They said it was just mountains for one thousand two hundred miles, but I didn't buy that. There was no way something that big could be disguised that small to the human eye.

As I looked around I started to have doubts. The only things I saw were mountains. No structures, no grass. Just burnt, dark, mountains.

I started to feel scared. Maybe if I had died in that storm, it would've been better than this. Then I remembered the myth about this place. Every person thrown here was incinerated by a lightning bolt so powerful it could destroy anything.

And I mean anything.

The legend has it that it's actually a test from the "Father of Legends" to see who his one child is. That child would not only survive the lightning bolt, but also get embedded in it. So the child becomes the lightning bolt. Then, the child can use that lightning bolt once to destroy anything, but once the child uses it, the child will die since the child technically is the lightning bolt since he or she was embedded in it.

Jeez my brain is fried.

I never knew my father, but my mother said he died in a car accident before I was born. Which doesn't make much sense, because my sister never saw him either, but we never questioned mom.

I doubted my dad was the "Father of Legends." He wasn't even a father, since he never even met me. How would he be the "Father of Legends?" I got angry and kicked a pebble across the ground.

I was scared and angry at the same time. If my father was really the "Father of Legends" why didn't he help me?

I walked around.

Nothing in sight. Just dark mountains stretching for as far as the eye could see. I climbed onto a small hill to have a view from high up. Nothing except dark mountains.

I started to get frustrated. I hated when things didn't go the way I planned. My plan was that either I was going to die, or I was going to live and leave.

Not this.

I heard a growl from behind and stumbled.

I started rolling down the hill onto some more black plains.

This was hopeless. Either I would just get lost, or the lightning storm would hit soon and I would get struck by lightning and die.

Both options sucked.

Another hill was perched in front of me. I didn't want to, but it felt like something was pulling me to climb it and look to the other side. I head another growl from me, and decided to follow my gut.

I slowly made my way to the hill and then started jogging when I head another growl. Each time it was closer. I made my way to the base and climbed up. Halfway I heard another growl and estimated it was about a few yards away.

I had to hurry.

I finally reached the top in about two minutes and looked across.

A huge mountain stretched from the plains to the sky, past the dark clouds and to... who knows where?

Another growl. I made the mistake of turning around. Standing about a fifteen meters away from me was a shadow. The thing was literally the shadow of a giant tiger, but it was alive and three-dimensional.