With one last heave, I pulled myself to the top of the tallest rock. Here the water and wind had carved a flat surface, with crevices shaped perfectly to catch the curves of my body. It was as though some creature past had lain here until it had worn out a body shaped groove to recline in, as it watched the clouds go past. From atop this rock I could see it all.
To the west, the nearest mountain appeared as a great beast that lay slumbering on its side. His backside arching up to the highest point, and slowly sloping down its long neck; where its head disappeared into the distance. Behind this great beast stood the powerful beauty of the mountain range; jagged peaks covered with snow year round created a startling backdrop for the small cities in the foothills.
In all other directions the land rose and fell gently, creating nooks for small farms, and pockets for town buildings. The nearest farm housed a herd of milking cows, who had taken advantage of the beautiful day and were sprawled lazily in the afternoon sun.
Having surveyed my private kingdom, I stretched out on the smooth rock, it was time to see what mystical creatures were hidden in the clouds.
