Chapter 113

The mountains in the distance are so faint they almost look light gray and, as I turn to see where I came from, it’s weird to note my mountain is now also of a similar color and distance away, but also surrounded by a fog that makes it almost invisible across the large expanse. I get that same aching quench of gut twist when I look at it and shake my head, bringing my focus back to my new destination to combat those feelings. There is no time to dwell on where I’ve been when I should only focus on where I’m going. Gazing back at my new mountain thoughtfully, something catches the corner of my eye and makes me turn instinctively. The sun dazzles a little speck, a tiny flicker of white spark which seems to bounce at me across to the right, but when I turn to look properly, I can’t see where it came from. The trees sway, covering any chance of seeing it at first. I wait for them to swing back again, wondering if I imagined it, but there it is, a tiny flicker of reaction in a pop of cleari