Seren-aid!

The mountain called to me, and not in a good way. At first, I’d thought it gathering thunder its clouds hidden behind the massif. It wasn’t. A dying bear, falling rocks, world’s biggest belching squirrel, and any number of idiocies flittered through my brain as I approached the summit. The grunting, grating, growling sound overwhelmed me on that slow ascent to Hell, a total overpowering of tired senses, a vertigo inducing cacophony. Then, I was there, destination reached and all stood revealed.
Part girl, part something else, she sang her little heart out. She sang a wretched melody of she got there first, of she owned the mountain, of she was queen of the hill. And, in that moment, I knew I was never climbing down.

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