Moko Mountain

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After leaving the diner, I take a moment to discern the village. Since I stepped in a noticed the heavy air. I need to make sure he hasn't been through here yet. I take a step around the diner and place my palm to the young tree. There is a heavy atmosphere here, but not from him. It's not heavy enough. Maybe a oppressor. That man must had something to do with it. Shaking it off, I release the connection. I must move on before I make trouble in this village. I can't help them without attracting him, after all.

Hours pass, with the village behind me, and the distance from the base of Moko Mountain decreasing. It's close. The secret stairs hidden in the mountain go up above the heavens. To where the first born Guardian lies with Master Moko. I will gather them, before its too late. Breaking through the clouds at last, I peer up at the giant door with all sorts of spiral woodmarks carved in the door.  Above me, is a brass door knocker with a complex design along it, just out of reach.

Is it always this high. Breathing in, I focus on the soft rushing sound of the wind, as it speaks to me. Imagining I can grab the wind and surround my own body with it, I breath out. My hair blows in a different direction, my clothes twisting. Breathing back in, the wind calms. I imagine the wind raising up, and up, going fast and strong. I breath out, feeling my hair lift and my clothes fight the wind to stay down. I open my eyes to see the door knocker stuck up with the blowing winds. I breathe back in releasing my hold on the brass knocker, as it falls with a heavy burden, creating a good bang on the door. Not even seconds later and the door is swinging open.

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