He panted heavily as he finally crested the mountain ridge. For a moment, he doubled over, certain his stomach's contents would find their way out again. Thankfully, they remained were they were, and he could finally take in the spectacular view at his feet.
As far as the eye could see, a valley stretched out between the mountain ranges on either side. On the bottom, twinkling in the now dying light, grew hundreds of thousands of precious gems, reflecting the light in a spectrum of different colors.
Teary eyed, the lone traveler started his descent on tired feet.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
