Well, it certainly was a day. That’s what I had to think to myself as I climbed the tallest of peaks in order to find the farthest of locations so that I could then go to them so as to inquire about where to go next.
This was certainly a long journey and one that did not leave me ensconced in any way, shape or form, but sometimes that is the way these things go. Sometimes they also go north rather than west and down rather than up, but of course that is all part of the journey.
There was the scampering and I needed to scamper a lot as there were times when the dangers had to be dodged, the capers had to be capped and the risks mitigated. Sometimes all three combined to form one large, unfathomable beast, and despite the fact that it was fathomable, it had to be avoided, or passed through. More often than not I had to pass through the beast rather than around it, for it obscured and blocked everything which of course prevented me from taking an easy path to the tallest of peaks in order to find the farthest of locations so that I could then go to them so as to inquire about where to go next.
Somehow there would always be success. It was almost as though it was written to be that way.
Once at the top, I’d spy the next destination and make my way there. Of course the climb down was as dangerous, and sometimes more so than the way up, but this was the way of things. This was not something that I could make better. There had to be ups and there had to be downs. There had to be the trying to not go around in some instances.
Usually the walk from the base to the next destination was easy. It would be straightforward. Sometimes a river would have to be crossed, but usually there was a bridge. If there was no bridge, there would be the searching of for other ways to cross.
If there was no other option, then the shallowest part of the river that seemed safe that I could find would be searched for, followed by a crossing of the river. Perhaps there would also be some relaxation and swimming about, but often this was not the case, for I was weary of danger and there was danger to be weary of. There was the need for caution, and sometimes, if I was particularly unlucky, the need for haste.
That all said, the scenery was pretty enough and almost made the journeying worth it, and sometimes it made it more than worth it, but of course there were other reasons for the travel, such as experience, the need to fulfill the quest at hand, and the defeat of ultimate evil so that peace and prosperity could reign once more.
Of course, this too would end up a successful endeavour.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:42:30
Not sure what I was trying to achieve with this.
I guess it kind of describes the idea of quest-based fiction in an overall fashion.
I feel as though it’s an improvement over what else I’ve recently been writing. Not much of an improvement, but an improvement nonetheless.
Written at home.