Chapter 1, Pencil Drop

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Chapter 1, Pencil Drop

The smell of decay chokes my lungs as i hike through the stagnate forest. I breach the timberline, falling to the ground at the base of the mountain haggard breaths choke in my throat. Bright shinning light washes out my vision causing the mountain to shimmer radiantly as i stare up at its ragged faces. Crawling along on my hands and knees i begin my ascent into its heights . Child like i crawl further along the path till the fatigue wanes, slowly rising i peer back into the shifting twilight of the teeming forest the sentinels stand staring waiting. My steps are slow and measured the broken trail bends and breaks wandering i find diffe