The scaled boy climbed the mountain, higher and higher into the heavens. In another world, he had been gifted with flight. With a bit of pixie dust and a happy thought, he’d been able to soar against the stardust, past the stars and into the great beyond. There was a certain freedom to flying, one that he had only been able to mirror by swimming in the deepest seas. But, there was a certain relaxation to his climb as well, and he marched steadily onward – up, up, and up.
He knew that usually, where the was a mountain, there was a wonder to behold from the top. If he climbed to the top, he knew he’d see from the meadows to the sea. This new land held many wonders, and the explorer in him had to know what secrets it held, so he pressed on even as his side began to ache from the walking. Gasping when the air grew thin, he stopped and rested for a bit, digging a browning piece of apple from his satchel and eating it slowly (for he had yet to find a place to restock his stash in this new world… and every bite needed to be savored). Only once he’d napped for a bit in the bright sunlight did he find his way to the summit.
Pan wasn’t wrong about the view. To the north, he found a great plain that stretched toward the sea. To the east, a rocky canyon that fed to a mountain range. In the south, his gaze rested on the swamp where he’d found the celestial mare, and to the west, his river home. As he watched the world around him, Pan was lost to all but the quiet click of a breaking twig, and he turns toward the sound to see a brilliant gold and black mare making her way to the peak.
”Hello…. I’m Pan.” He smiled at the mare. ”What is this place?”
He knew that usually, where the was a mountain, there was a wonder to behold from the top. If he climbed to the top, he knew he’d see from the meadows to the sea. This new land held many wonders, and the explorer in him had to know what secrets it held, so he pressed on even as his side began to ache from the walking. Gasping when the air grew thin, he stopped and rested for a bit, digging a browning piece of apple from his satchel and eating it slowly (for he had yet to find a place to restock his stash in this new world… and every bite needed to be savored). Only once he’d napped for a bit in the bright sunlight did he find his way to the summit.
Pan wasn’t wrong about the view. To the north, he found a great plain that stretched toward the sea. To the east, a rocky canyon that fed to a mountain range. In the south, his gaze rested on the swamp where he’d found the celestial mare, and to the west, his river home. As he watched the world around him, Pan was lost to all but the quiet click of a breaking twig, and he turns toward the sound to see a brilliant gold and black mare making her way to the peak.
”Hello…. I’m Pan.” He smiled at the mare. ”What is this place?”
Pan
Dawn Court
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