Tirent flexed his muscles as he climbed up the mountain side. Below him mist swirled about, hiding the true distance between him and the ground. Above him the sheer cliff continued upward, and again the mist thwarted his attempt to see the distance of his surroundings. What a pain it was not too just fly over this mountain, but his companions could not fly and he could not carry three people on his back while in thin atmosphere.
Below him, Tirent heard Jarrid mutter something about how much longer he would be able to last before he passed out. Zephy snickered, or maybe it was a grunt; Tirent could never tell when it came to Zephy as he was often laughing even when he was tired. Below Zephy, was Sorak quietly climbing away. They were all tied to rope that was tied around Tirent's waist. Tirent was experiencing the most fatigue, but he had his internal dragon to help him.
As they continued climbing, Tirent thought of the rest of his battalion. When he left he had left Balak, Wenton, and Colliea in charge. They had been confused about their captain's sudden departure, but followed orders. There were to keep tabs on the Empire's actions nearby and if they see anything to send a messenger back to the dragon isle.
Suddenly, the mist was parted by a ledge. Tirent exhaled gratefully
"Aye! I see a ledge, We're almost to a stopping place!" , he called back to the others.
Sighs of relief answered him as well as a 'about time, damn', most likely from Zephy. They powered up the last bit of cliff then collapsed onto the ledge, tired exhales filled the air.
After regaining his breath, Tirent got up and looked about. There was snow everywhere, not a surprise, after the last few days. The gray cliffs proceeded up the mountain around them, but there was a ledge that slipped around a corner and disappeared. Tirent got Sorak, Zephy, and Jarrid to their feet and walked down the ledge.
"Maybe there's a easier route somewhere over here!" he called.
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