Trek

Written July 6 2012

The moon already bright as the night grows late, the ancient city resting in the valley below. To have traveled this far was frought with many perils and yet they had finally arrived, the mountains now behind, they had but to begin the final trek down the winding trail to those gates large enough to be plainly seen even from this far distance. Yet there await yet one more peril, one more beast that gaurds the entry and passage into this protected domain. One last beast of wing and tail, of tooth and claw, would we yet be able to fight the beast that others have failed to best? Carefully they wound their ways down the treacherous slope listening for any sound which might bring awearness to the coming terror. The with a sudden sweeping sound of wind from above they knew that this was the time....