The Mountain

The Mountain

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A mighty Mountain lingers over our land, casting it in shadow as it mocks us all at ground level as a dark ominous clouds spiral around it and blocking the view of the peak. Legends say if you can conquer this Mountain and pass the dark purple clouds to make it to the very top then you will be rewarded with your chance at entering paradise. For over thirty years it has been my goal to reach the very top, after years of failure and falling back down over and over again...I know that today will be the one- THE DAY I FINALLY MAKE IT TO PARADISE!
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The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet

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