Too Far Gone

Chapter 5

The next morning I was still up. But I wasted no time. I continued on, not knowing where I was headed. "Venturing towards the Blue Mountains"

The Blue Mountains.

I would head there to be with my kin.

Whoever they were, whatever they looked like, I did not know. Did they look like the Elves? Like me?

I didn't even know the number in which they were traveling.

But I could not turn my back on the suffering of my people.

So I continued.

Not knowing where to go.

I walked along, heading West. My head still ached every now and then, my leg felt swelled and sore. And my clothes were torn and had pieces of ash.

I walked the open road. Time was an opportunistic thing. You think you have all the time in the world, yet it's blown away like a dandelion in the breeze. Anything could happen in that time, we just think we have all of it. In truth, we don't. In the blink of an eye it could all vanish.

That was the scary part.

The blue sky allowed the sun to shine bright, lighting the faces of the dandelions on the ground beside me as I walked. The trees at my sides were deep green and full of life. The pathway was well worn in and went on for miles.

I was within a short distance of a beautiful set of mountains, lining across the horizon when I heard a growl in the bush. I gripped my sword at my side.

Another growl.

I whipped out my sword as I quickly spun. A foul-looking, demented thing jumped out from a tree in front of me.

I ran at it and readied the sword. It began running as well but didn't gather the speed that I did. It held it's weapon up.

I swung as I reached the thing. It deflected my hit and pushed it towards the ground.

It brought it's weapon back up and implanted it into my shoulder only as far as it's short ads would go. I nearly cried in pain as I jumped back.

I ran towards it again, swinging the sword and decapitating it.

It's head fell at my feet and it's body fell back.

I kicked it as I cursed under my breath.

I picked up the pace and continued West.

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I reached the mountains. They were astonishing. Lining as far as the eye could see in both North and South. The sun shone dimly. It must have been past midday long ago.

I began to cross the mountains. There was a faint path, but I began to follow it as I had no choice.

My mind wandered through the entire walk. Climbing up was a job in itself. And the weapon of that foul creature piercing my shoulder ached horribly. The pain echoed through my body, sending a cringe.

I was almost forced to stop from time to time, but I pushed along. Being in the open was a set up for death.

I came along flat spots that were easy to walk along, and peaks that were nearly covered by fog. There was even steeper pieces of the path that were not in the least bit fun to cross.

The day had come and gone, I spent the night near a rock, a considerably big rock. My shoulder ached and throbbed. I winced in pain and curled my body up to try and relive it. I looked down at my left shoulder to see a large bloodstain, even against my dark green overcoat, it stood alone, in clear sight.