The blast of the escaping power sends me reeling across the sky with sizable boulders. Shrieking winds blow in, battering me about as if I were nothing more than a feather in a twister, my face becomes glazed with a fine layer of ice. Had I my wings still, I could have risen above it, but there is no time to lament their loss for now. I focus upon the roiling earth, far below, levelling my body and diving through the timultuous air currents like a porpoise in the bucking sea. As I meet the terminus of my descent, I acrobatically twist and roll, deadening my inertia enough to finally come to a complete stop at the base of the polar mass.
The winds blow the snow and ice in a horizontal haze across my unseeing sight, blurring the land with the sky in a vast canvas of chilling white. Massive drifts rise and flare pennants of misting snow from the apex of their blizzard driven waves.
Chest high, the snow dunes makes the passage through the wastes seem to last forever. Were I mortal, the sub-zero temperatures would have long ago frozen my blood. As it is, I am forced to continuously wipe the frosty sheen of ice from my face as my breath instantaneously freezes in place.
My progress and sense of direction are confused, I fail to notice the uphill slope of my ceaseless passage. All I can think of is returning to the citadel, unravelling the mystery of the recent Chaotic attacks, and visiting swift and fatal vengeance. Upward I climb, higher and higher, the wind shrieking louder and louder, deafening in its cacophony.
At last, I pass through the lower bounds of the clouds and beyond the wrath of the blizzard below. In my delirious wandering, I find myself looking across the vast, billowing ocean of timultuous clouds, encircling and secluding the pinnacle of this great mount like an island. This must now be the highest of mountains in the known realms, I muse, reaching to the heavens like a jagged tooth. I am the cause of this affliction, I only have myself to blame. But what choice was there. *Sigh*
I tred onward, finally coming upon a darkened cave, and entering within I resolve to rest a while. I have much to think upon... what has happened to date... what I have been through... what I have been forced to do. There is a reason for all things... I will know.
I must meditate. I must heal. I must look into the timeless writings and see.
The wind continues to blow outside... there is time for these things... time must be made. For now, I will be content to wait. But first, this dreary chamber needs some changes.
Posted by Navarre at November 13, 2003 05:13 PM