Moonlight Mounts- A High Fantasy Short Story by Brendan
Part 1 Stinging air and biting snow mixed in a violent slurry while buffeting Ceao, it had been relentless against his padded frame for the eight hours since the sun had set. The towering mountains around him acted as a funnel it seemed, the wind pushing with relentless vigor through the valley and against him. This chill with the naught but two hours of sun lended to a sickly chill in Ceao despite his plentiful layers. Luckily the two moons above reflected a veil of pale light across the valley that had pulled Ceao along through the cold for this long. Ceao summited a small ridge in the valley, and to his relief spotted through his icy goggles a mountain village with a stifled warm glow, seemingly his destination. Kraht, a hamlet situated as the final stop before his real pilgrimage began. Ceao’s mind snapped onto the new objective with renewed vigor, and body aching with pain from his journey, he pushed forward and down into the welcoming light of the village. The small s...