Pinnacle (Don't read this, it's dreadful and a was
Author - Ar-Edain
Written on - Monday 7th July 2008 (07:00am)
So this is the mountain top? Sevmir thought as he rubbed his raw, red hands against each other vigorously.
He had been climbing for hours; he had begun before the suns had risen. As he was standing on the peak, all but the smallest had set without his noticing. He glanced down, through clouds that swirled in the valley below, stirred by the wind. Sevmir looked up and chuckled as he shoved each of his hands back into his thick, leather gloves: Everyone in his village would be wondering, very unhappily, why he had been gone all day. The mountain had not seemed so high from his village, which lay about midway up the slope. He had thought that he would be back in time for breakfast. Lately he had not been sleeping well, so he thought that he would take a walk.
He was entirely engulfed with steam, both from his breath and his body, which was lathered with sweat from climbing all day. After taking a drink of water from a skin, he sighed and tried to prepare himself for the interminable climb back down. He took a step and began to stagger as though he had lost his balance. Trying his best to stand up straight, he felt secure once agin, but only momentarily.
"It's as if the whole mountain," he began to exclaim unsteadily between his gasps for air,"was...shaking." That was when he realized that that was exactly what was happening. If he had been less concerned, he would have had time to realize that that was impossible and he would have sat down and sipped water until his head cleared. Unfortunately, the plateau-like peak of the mountain was not going to stop rolling like a wave just so he could be more comfortable. He looked up at the sky, half filled with stars, in an attempt to steady himself, but the stars were undulating fiercely and hypnotically. he involuntarily closed his eyes and began to pray to some nameless, merciful deity.
"Maybe this peak really is cursed..." he muttered warily to himself.
As soon as the words were off his tongue, he felt as though everything was still except for a light, cold breeze. He opened his eyes, already feeling more secure, until he realized that a vast, pale city had been built on the mountain peaks around him sometime during the last two minutes. He sank to his knees and closed his eyes again.
As soon as I open my eyes, all of this will be gone...No! Not gone! It can't be 'gone' because it was never there! He forced himself to think this, but he could not think it assuringly.
When he opened his eyes, he made himself expect to see a rough ground of stone at his feet. He was not prepared for the smooth marble floor that met his gaze.
And that was when the universe ended and all of the gods decided to play Dungeons and Dragons for the rest of eternity.