He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one ever lives to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. He climbed up higher and higher. A few minutes had gone but he felt as If he had been climbing for hours. He had stopped a few minutes to catch his breath, but he had just enough seconds till he was climbing again for he wanted to see what was behind that mist. When he got closer, he heard a crackle like sound. He had a thousand thoughts running through his mind but not one had stopped to show itself to what it was.
At last he got there.
He got so close he felt a shiver slip down his spine.
'I could still go back now, I still have time.' He thought while running his fingers through his thick brown hair. His dark brown eyes circled the area around him as he heard strange inhuman noises. In no time he was walking in the mist 50 metres from the top. He kept walking until he was on the top of the cliffs.
He looked back and forth trying to see through the mist which covered his sight. The mist was cold on his light caramel skin which lead the hairs to stand straight and danced to his movement. One long stride at a time, back down, not rushing, through the mist to the other side.
That when his foot slipped along with the stuff, slanted ground that curved his foot to fracture a bone.
"Ugh!" He shrieked as he slid down past the mist into an oak tree that looked over hundred years old. He reached the bottom where he confronted a tall, long and wide hedge.
There was a small opening to the side which he peaked through.
What he saw next lead him to a pulse and stopped him from whatever he was doing.
