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I count to ten mentally and take a deep breath; my body trembles from pain, and my hands sting from the cuts. Gathering all the strength I have left, I begin to climb the mountain once more. I don't have climbing equipment, or at least I don't know if I do, because I haven't mustered the courage to open the heavy backpack my mother prepared. Trying to be even more careful than last time, I start my ascent. First, I find a handhold and quickly position my feet to start ascending. Holy moon! I'm almost there, only a bit more, and I'll finally be done with this damn climb that's leaving me with bruises.

The mountain demanded more. Every stone I stepped on felt like a judgment. Every gust of wind carried whispers that might have once been words, or curses. I stumbled once, knees buckling on loose shale, catching myself with a hand skinned raw days ago. Dirus didn't slow. The bastard barely turned his head. His voice drifted back through the cold like smoke winding through a dying fire. "You won't survive this climb on rage alone." I bared my teeth and dragged myself upright, my breaths coming ragged and sharp. "I've survived worse."

Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight You think it's easy You think I don't wanna run to you But there are mountains And there are doors that we can't walk through I know you're wondering why because we're able to be Just you and me within these walls But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see

Before I know it, the ice cream is gone. To other people, it is just a dessert. To me, it is an obstacle, a mountain to overcome. I climbed a food mountain today. I achieved greatness. That's the thing about the mountains. They are hard. When we get to the top, the sunrise reminds us why it was worth the climb, after all. The sunrise is beautiful. I only hope I'm strong enough to climb these mountain chains with my friends. Here... we...go.

High mountains and cliffs, everyone has a trace of despair in their eyes. Several people in white knight uniforms have been following them, as if they are never tired. Some people tried to escape, but they were all killed with a sword and no one escaped. Seeing the ashen faces of these people, one of the knights in white took back the tough rope in his hand and wrapped it around his waist. He looked up at the towering mountain peaks, and he pondered for a moment as if he had thought of something, and then spoke out. : “I know you are tired, but you must not stop now. Think about how many hardships you have gone through. As long as you climb over the mountain in front of you, you will reach t

" After reciting the prayer the choir brought a song by Lynda Randle called God On The Mountain . "Verse 1 Life is easy when you're up on the mountain And you've got peace of mind like you've never known But when things change and you're down in the valley Don't lose faith, for you're never alone And the God on the mountain is still God in the valley When things go wrong, he'll make them right Chorus And the God of the good times is still God in the bad times The God of the day is still God in the night Verse 2 We talk of faith when we're up on the mountain

I whispered. I took another step, and then another. The rocks dug into my knees as I tripped, and I kept moving on. Everything inside me was shouting at me to turn back, but I remembered my father’s lifeless face, my mother’s shaking hands, Jasmine’s dead eyes, and the small grave under the sacred tree. They lifted me higher than my own strength ever could. The silence of the mountain weighed as the silence of the grave. Silence that wasn’t empty but furnished. I kept on climbing, my heart pounding in my ears.

The sky was a deeper, more brilliant blue here, and the sun felt closer, more intense. Lyra led them unerringly, her head constantly tilted, her eyes half-closed as she listened to the new song. It was indeed like a drum, a slow, deep, rhythmic pulse that they could now feel through the soles of their boots. It was the heartbeat of the mountain itself. "It's not a single sound," Lyra explained as they made camp on a high ledge on their third day of climbing. "It's many. Layered. Like… a family of giants, sleeping underground."

The wisp started to climb upwards again as I looked up, searching for cracks I can hold onto as I started to climb up. Thunder hit the mountain, almost hitting me, making me lose a hold as my hand slipped out from the tiny crack, leaving me to hang as I kept my hold with only one hand. "O, dear Goddess," I said into the air, as I looked down and all I could see was pure darkness and raging wind that made trees swing. Swallowing, I looked up into the sky and yelled, “I am not giving up! Do you hear me?!” Feeling determination rising inside me, I tried to pull myself up with the only hand that was still holding to the mountain but I failed.

“No, Logan… no, you’re not gone. I won’t let you be gone. I’m going to save you. Hold on for me. Please, hold on.” The words fell from my lips like a vow. I turned my eyes to the mountain again. Its body rose like a beast of stone, jagged cliffs clawing into the clouds. The path ahead stretched like a staircase carved into eternity. It called to me, demanded of me, and though my body trembled, I pushed forward. On my knees. That was the only way I could climb. Every muscle burned, every breath cut me open from the inside. My arms shook so badly that I had to cling to the sharp stones to drag myself upward. My knees split and bled against the rock, but still I moved.