Tyranny: Onwards

Chapter 100- Trek

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I stand staring up in an awe unmatched at the striking ridges of obsidian, gazing Northward where height increases and decide to start my way along the top to find a proper resting place for the night as the sun is now so weak and loves to touch the horizon with glossy glee. At first I am wondering if Genesis will be alright not be hurt by the fascinating black stone beneath as we come to the first stubby, jagged hill.

As I predicted, there are tiny shard like the so called 'skateboards' of rock, too sharp and slippery it could prove deadly with one misguided foot. 

Genesis takes her first tentative step trusting my judgement of safety, my caution and assessments. The snow must have melted off the rock, either from the heat of a gleeful sun, or because they themselves have a power, a mystique. On this trip, I have already learned never to put anything beyond the realms of possibility, no matter how impossible the thought or theory.

Free as my mind is to roam, and considering my face could show any emotion it wanted at the moment, my voice could scream out and not a soul could catch it's scent; yet I am aware of how I allow myself into dark crevasses where I do not belong, where a deep dark aura radiates. Many times I've touch that poison, and each sensation is of loneliness and dread, fear and anxiety, for no reason. When the surface of that pool I disturb, when it slaps me around in waves, I go so insane and lose myself; recalling everything, thinking too many thoughts at once, with no end in sight.

How do I lug myself away from the sucking tides?

Honestly, I do not know, perhaps never will. Maybe it has always been Genesis, and when I didn't have her maybe it was Rin, because they were and always have been my only source of any redemption and distraction. The only warmth in the cold and the ones who dragged me out to safety. But who can ever say and be proven right?

It seems as though the edges of the snow fear the great dark mass of obsidian, for it is dammed up around each and every bit of it, a great wall of it dares not even shadow the sharp edged stones. How rather odd this is.

So I take a few steps back to the snows edge and use my foot to shove over the cliff of flakes so delicate onto it's greatest enemy. There it lays and sizzles like and egg cooking in a well oiled pan, pops and then evaporates into the air again back to its clouds of origin.

Curious this is and I am puzzled yet still remember my limited time for exploration of three full days missing maximum and conclude I cannot properly solve such a riddle here and now; nor would it be worth entertaining before eventually mapping the area and knowing it well. Genesis watches too and stands there baffled before coming back to my side, where my hand will ever brush her back for the trek up a mound of the obsidian gleaming in it's streaked and unique way. 

Each paw of my hound-sister descends to the stone carefully and strategically, in alliance with the path picked out previously in a methodical manner, as do each of my feet. Before going to conquer the incline so steep and drastic we made and plan and pathway as to avoid the trickiest areas where chunks would jut out cruelly and skateboards treacherously piled in and flung out all over.

However long the preparing may have taken, the actual journey we made brisk and refused to ever halt. Thanking my training I can go and carry out the ideal path with twisting turning ease. Within about half an hour we stand upon the very first peak, the top of a thorny hill crowned with swirls of greens, red, and oranges in its body.

There we gaze out, and grateful I am for the lack of snows here when I see the stretching expanse of rolling white sheets shaded with blues stolen from the sky. Aware of how deep it is and how vast it reaches makes me feel tired in and of itself. Now no trees are in sight and I begin to ponder if this also has to do with the very odd nature of this wall formed from the most fascinating components in a beautiful way.

To my left now the other second wall of obsidian, though it does not reach the same heights, in of front of me the sleek and narrow bridge of it with falls so deadly griping each of my sides, to my left simple rolling waves of quiet snow, and behind me trods Genesis so very content and loyal.

Now we pick our paths more cautiously and it takes about five hours to reach the peak which is so very high and challenges the clouds. It is there I look out, having resolved to relax my brain and halt my thoughts and to simply enjoy the silent beauty, not does it beg for attention; but instead sits lonely with nothing but wide plains about its feet and nothing but the forget-me-not blue sky to gaze upon, waiting for the more skilled and searching, curious and bored to find its mass in the middle of no where.

Down to the left of me as I go on, the steep streaking gleaming slopes ready to draw blood but not emitting the want to kill, is a valley so sheltered and smooth in comparison. Its carpet appears so soft, I would guess floored with a thick moss; though how moss should grow here so thick and fresh, green and lush, is again beyond me.

Pools of water sit in the tremendous cavern so idle yet feed no river or lake, no plant roots here directly in the rock, for I would guess they fear rightfully so to be burned to an utter crisp.