Almost dragging his left leg, he walked and walked.
Blood was still seeping from the wounds. Pain felt like a sharp-toothed creature eating him from the inside.
Not just pain-tolerant or pain-resistant; he was pain-defiant.
The sun was falling behind the horizon, painting the sky shades of red and pink. The water of the river flowing in the valley, was gleaming in the last rays of dying sun.
And in that gleaming, spectral light; his visions were shining even more brightly than the sunbeams.
The mountains were covered with a rug of trees, green, yellow, scarlet and orange, but their bare tops were scarfed and beribboned with snow. From carved rocky outcrops, waterfalls drifted like skeins of white lawn, and in the fields he could see the amber glint of rivers and the occasional mirror-like flash of a mountain lake....
His journey was not that easy. It was back-breaking and grueling.
He always got out of the frying pan and into the fire.
He strolled down the steep-sloped mountains, in deep valleys and along the river.
He fell many times, but he always stood up. Every jostle sent ripples of pain through his shoulder, back and leg.
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THE LIVING SOULS
AdventureBe Brave! Be Brave! Be Brave! These words echoed in his head. "I can't give up now, I can't. I'll be a pride for my country" He thought. He took a deep breath and tried to get up. The physical pain he...
