I climbed up the mountain. I past fifty feet, sixty feet, seventy feet, eighty feet, ninety feet, one hundred feet, one hundred and ten feet. At one hundred and thirty feet, I stopped. Everything looked so tiny. I sat on that ledge and crossed my legs. I put my hands together straight above my navel. I closed my eyes and let my senses dull. I pictured Master Grayson.
“Master Grayson. Please. Speak to me” I pleaded. A ghostly image of a young woman appeared.
“Night, I tried to warn you” she said
“I know. And I paid dearly for not. I ask for guidance” I nodded
“In what, my dear?”...
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