The Treasured One
Chapter One
During the course of my many cycles I've grown very fond of the
mountains of my Domain. There's a beauty in the mountains that no
other kind of country can possibly match. My sister Zelana loves the
sea in much the same way, I suppose, but I don't think the sea can
ever match mountain country. Mountain air is clean and pure, and the
eternal snow on the peaks seems to increase that purity.
Over the endless eons I've discovered that a mountain sunrise gives
me the most delicious light I've ever tasted, so whenever possible I
go up to the shoulder of Mount Shrak at first light to drink in the
beauty of the sunrise. No matter what happens later in the day, the
taste of a mountain sunrise gives me a serenity that nothing else
can provide.
It was on a day in the late spring of the year when the creatures of
the Wasteland had made their futile attempt to seize sister Zelana's
Domain and had been met by Eleria's flood and Yaltar's twin volcanos
that I went out of my cave under Mount Shrak to greet the morning
sun.
When I reached my customary feasting place, I saw that there w ... read full excerpt from: The Treasured One ebook
