The mountain is called Despair, so why would a man in his right mind climb to the top, where the lost causes live?
The mountains are usually cold and dark.
The ground is uneven, hard and the path is full of slippery stones.
The closed forest covers the man's face with branches and insects. Insects bite you and the branches scratch.
Hands, eyes, face, legs, no exposed skin was spared.
The animals make strange noises to try to remove the strange man from his territory.
Some just want to scare, others want to threaten him and others even surround him waiting for a breach.
The man is not angry, but neither is he relaxed.
He is as alert as any other animal that passes through those parts.
He strokes his chest and walks upright.
He is neither sad nor happy.
He has been walking for so long that even his callused and experienced feet hurt.
A fine drizzle falls over the forest and moistens his clothes which, when faced with gusts of wind, leave the man's skin exposed to the cold.
He's not mad.
He likes the smell of the forest during a drizzle, the noise of animals and insects at sunset, the sensation of the cold, rigid stone of the great mountain being pushed under his feet.
He felt alive, awake, with a fully awake soul and body.
This does not mean that he was comfortable, or happy that the animals were surrounding him and the drizzle was falling.
He's just grateful.
That he can see, smell, and feel the surrounding forest.
That his clothes make the cold bearable.
That the drizzle is fine and the wind is not very strong.
He is going to visit his mother, she is still alive, healthy, and loves him very much.
This is what makes him most grateful to be able to hike the mountain.
He takes her a pie, with his grandmother's recipe to remind her that she loved her too.
He brings her medicine, so her tired bones don't have to go down the mountain.
He had helped her with the garden, so she could cook him a delicious dinner.
Soon, winter had come.
The animals will no longer be there to greet him with their guides.
The insects will all have died.
The rain had only touched the ground in the shape of snow and the only smell the man had smelled was that of ice.
But in the winter his mother will be moved to an asylum.
The man had never walked on the mountain again.
Anyways, he is grateful that he can do all this over again.
That is why, even when the rain gets stronger and makes the rocks more slippery, the more vigorous wind pushes the tree branches against his body, the grunts of the taller animals, the man continues to walk on the mountain.
Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on earth. It was Theia's magical world. And that was a fairy tale.A fairy the size of a small child with skin as pale as snow, red hair as fire, and green eyes as forests. Dressed in the finest white dress, woven with cobwebs.Born from Theia's warm insides, she came as her messenger, prophet, and me
His skin is white.It looks soft, but it shatters easily.
In the big colorless city many people did not have much money. Boys who were naughty with their parents would end up like the rain boy. It was said that the rain boy had been very bad with his parents and one day his parents left him outside on a stormy day. No one offered shelter to the evil boy. In order not to freeze, the boy moved his arms and legs. Moved throughout the night, but the storm continued throughout the day and no one sheltered him. He continued to move, jump, and shake. Until his arms and legs fell. When his head fell, he also died.
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The next day a sailor who also worked in the port, besides the old sailor, knocked on the door. This time, the boy didn't open it. The sailor appealed:- Open the door, boy!But the boy only answered on the other side:- I will not open! You just want to get me out of here! When I don't even want to raise! If you have something to say, tell me!And so did the sailor. He sat in front of the door and started talking:- Your sailor is not from here boy. He comes from a land of barbarians. They refuse the words of God and kill without mercy. For this reason, they are deformed. They have completely destroyed their own lands and now seek to take that of others. LOOK AT THE SAILOR'S SKIN my boy. It is black as night, like everything that is bad, it is ugly. LOOK AT HIS HAIR my boy! They are also black like those who once came here and murdered many!The sailor sniffed and and said in a tearful voice:- One of the victims was my daughter, you
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