No Shortcuts [Open] Mar 2, 2020 12:12:02 GMT -6
Post by Olivia on Mar 2, 2020 12:12:02 GMT -6
So much time lost. So much opportunity wasted. Heroes and villains of the Earth had come and gone, yet she remained the same. People had died. People had lived. She remained the same.
The white-haired monk of the Turpentine Order, Olivia, breathed deeply. Behind her back, the forest of the western lands stretched out seemingly endlessly. Before her eyes, the tower stretched high into the heavens above. The gentle winds and sounds of the natural world all around soothed her, but her mind raced with images of the battle from her last appearance in the world, and at this very tower. The horrifying malice that had poisoned the air that day still sickened her stomach.
"You can't stay at home forever." She resolved herself, and tightened the strap of the bag hanging from her shoulder, filled with what earthly possessions she had thought necessary to bring with her. After another deep breath, she approached the tower slowly, and placed a gentle hand upon the stone. It was warmed by the sun, though that fact wouldn't make her task any easier.
So, she began her climb. Slowly, she left the ground behind her, brick by brick. She had once leapt the height of the great tower in a moment of passion, but such things weren't right. Such an ordeal must be endured, as a show of respect to all those who had made it before her. To simply leap or fly up to the top of the tower would diminish their great strength, and prove what she herself lacked.
It was no easy matter, the climb. The sun-baked stone only grew hotter, and the wind more furious with her transgression against the god of this world. Time was impossible to tell on the side of the tower. The sun danced in its haze, as though laughing at her for even trying. The land, however; the land stretched out for so far, a smile came to her face for the sheer majesty of such a view. It was enough to make her forget her troubles, and helped her to continue on her test.
As she progressed one handhold at a time, she had more than enough time on her hands. she wondered about the others who had made this climb in the past. Who were they? Had any of them succeeded? Did everyone simply fly nowadays, because it was easier? The thought brought a smirk to her face. Nothing easy was worth the effort, she told herself. The pain in her arms was proof enough that she was doing the right thing.
Hours had passed, and still, the tower seemed as impossible and daunting to surpass as ever. The world below her had grown hazy with the clouds, and she couldn't make out the small details in the trees any longer. The day had reached its apex, and now, the sun began its long journey back to the horizon, so that night could take its place.
Olivia breathed deeply of the chill and thinning air, with her short hair plastered to her face by sweat. Her yellow-gold traditional garb, light as it was, provided little protection from the elements, but that was the point. If she couldn't do this herself, then it wasn't done. No tools. No aid. Just her own strength and endurance.
At long last, she could see an end to her ordeal. The tower curved outward, and she could see nothing above it but the tiniest speck that she assumed to be a low-orbiting satellite or spaceship. Her fingers ached like they would fall off at any moment. Her legs burned with fire inside her blood. Yet, against the odds and without taking the easy way or shortcuts, she did feel her hand grasp a flat surface. She pulled and hoisted herself up, and came to sit on the very edge of the tower's apex, with her legs dangling over the miles-long drop back to the ground.
She laughed, loudly and heartily at her triumph. The ache in her body only grew as she had come to a rest, but she had done it! She had conquered the tower! Now, she just had to... to...
Olivia blinked, and fell to her back with a defeated sigh. This was not the end of the tower she had leapt passed that day. Her chest heaved with fatigue, and she let her eyes close for just a moment. She would continue, after a short rest.Thread PL is 7,336. Drunken Style, Ebb and Flow (UT) is active. Energy Sensing and Scouters return 367 PL.