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Chapter 29:- Chapter 5 (Part 2)
Walking up the pathway, Rachel heaved a sigh after taking a small bite from one of her loaves of bread from her new bag. The sun had dropped below the other side of the mountain an hour or so earlier. The only light remaining now was the reflection the bright orb was bouncing off the blue sky. The town of hers in the distance was a small dimly lit speck from her position, growing smaller and smaller as she continued to walk.
She had taken a half hour break earlier on her climb, her thighs and calves nearly giving out once again. She had already had several sips of water during the course of her trip, trying to keep hydrated.
Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead as she moved forward, she sighed.
It had proven to be a longer and more time consuming trip than she had previously imagined. She had underestimated the true size and width of the mountain, and was now of a realization of how truly large it was.
The evening temperature was dropping, and a light cool wind began to blow past her as she walked along the winding trail. She wondered what her father was possibly doing. Almost smelling his evening cooking, she felt somewhat home sick.
She sighed once again, wishing terribly that the journey up could hasten faster. And yet, at the same time, the more the ancient pathway led, the more she knew she could go up. The thought occurred to her several times that there were no assurances that it would even go to the top, nor to any place worthwhile to her, but it was her only way to anything, and she was willing to trust fate and keep traveling.
As the many minutes passed by, and the sky turned darker, the temperature started to drop lower and with it a shiver fell down Rachel’s spine. She had only one choice, keep going forward. There was no place for her to stop and rest in, she had only one choice to choose from, and so she took it and continued with it.
Up ahead she could spot the curve again.
“Oh, thank God,” she sighed, growing more than just tired of walking.
Walking up to the curve, a question struck her. How far ‘was’ she? She hadn’t looked, not once. Maybe she was afraid to. After all, the path wasn’t as wide as a wagon, it was moderately narrow. How far a drop would it be down? That was the question that entered her head, and that was what led her to stop walking at the edge of the mountains curve.
Peering down the side of the mountain, down at the mountain’s base, she very much wished she hadn’t.
Walking up the pathway, Rachel heaved a sigh after taking a small bite from one of her loaves of bread from her new bag. The sun had dropped below the other side of the mountain an hour or so earlier. The only light remaining now was the reflection the bright orb was bouncing off the blue sky. The town of hers in the distance was a small dimly lit speck from her position, growing smaller and smaller as she continued to walk.
She had taken a half hour break earlier on her climb, her thighs and calves nearly giving out once again. She had already had several sips of water during the course of her trip, trying to keep hydrated.
Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead as she moved forward, she sighed.
It had proven to be a longer and more time consuming trip than she had previously imagined. She had underestimated the true size and width of the mountain, and was now of a realization of how truly large it was.
The evening temperature was dropping, and a light cool wind began to blow past her as she walked along the winding trail. She wondered what her father was possibly doing. Almost smelling his evening cooking, she felt somewhat home sick.
She sighed once again, wishing terribly that the journey up could hasten faster. And yet, at the same time, the more the ancient pathway led, the more she knew she could go up. The thought occurred to her several times that there were no assurances that it would even go to the top, nor to any place worthwhile to her, but it was her only way to anything, and she was willing to trust fate and keep traveling.
As the many minutes passed by, and the sky turned darker, the temperature started to drop lower and with it a shiver fell down Rachel’s spine. She had only one choice, keep going forward. There was no place for her to stop and rest in, she had only one choice to choose from, and so she took it and continued with it.
Up ahead she could spot the curve again.
“Oh, thank God,” she sighed, growing more than just tired of walking.
Walking up to the curve, a question struck her. How far ‘was’ she? She hadn’t looked, not once. Maybe she was afraid to. After all, the path wasn’t as wide as a wagon, it was moderately narrow. How far a drop would it be down? That was the question that entered her head, and that was what led her to stop walking at the edge of the mountains curve.
Peering down the side of the mountain, down at the mountain’s base, she very much wished she hadn’t.
