Phil Penne Creations

#24 - The Mountain

 

 

        You have existed for millennia of millennia. You witnessed the herds of thunderous beasts that lumbered across your valleys and watched them fall when the fire rained down from the heavens. You watched silently as glaciers retreated, lakes formed and filled with life, birds of brilliant hue stirred the air, and beasts covered with hair walked upon the ground. The first Two-Legged Ones hunted on your foothills and lived in your caves. As time passed more Two-Leggeds came, and drove away or killed the Early Ones. They cut down the trees of your forests, dumped their waste in your rivers and streams, and killed the creatures that made their home in your shadow. 

        You are now ancient, so much so that even Time itself fears you. Your once craggy peaks that touched the heavens have lost much of their loftiness. They have been worn smooth by the wind and rain, and moss and lichens cover your slopes. You are the quiet guardian of all that you survey; the sun smiles upon you in the day; the stars sing to you in the early evening, and the moon whispers to you late at night. 

        On a warm, misty morning in early summer the ground trembles as though being revisited by the thunder lizards of eras past. In the distance you see great trees falling in a broad path leading inexorably to your base... 

 

 

 

The ancients believed all things have a spirit - even stone. You finally learned this when you ceased being flesh and blood and became a mountain.