An Unlikely Guide

Up, up the mountainside Pierstov lead Kilter, over slippery scree, through banks of early snow, and under ponderous pines, all the time the wind growing stronger and colder and clearer, the smoke reek of the city fading away like a bad dream after waking. Kilter's chest ached as he climbed, and not only because of how out of breath he became. For the first time in his life, he was not just looking at, but was surrounded by the frightening beauty of the blue, sharp outlines of mountains, the shifting trees, and fiercely flashing ice caps, all stretching so far in his sight they melted into indistinct mist at the horizon. Then, at last, Pierstov stopped in an open area, where juts of rock hung out over dizzying space - only sky above and the green fog of the trees below. With one gloved hand he pointed down to the grey smear, the open sore of machinery and smoke, marring the borderless land.
"Look, and tell me now how powerful and mighty is the city of Istravol."

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Welp, I started this at the beginning of the semester, and, now that the semester's done, I have finally finished it! And look! Scenery. O.o

Everything is (c) of me, from my WIP novel The Phoenix Thief. Read some of it here: [link]