The water from the lake lapped against the shore, I knew when I saw the deep greens of the Tilly Rainforest that I had finally reached my destination. Admittedly, I had grown rather attached to my little dinghy, but it would have to be left alone as I made my way across the land toward the Callisto Mountains, completely blind to what was going to happen.
I would be unwelcome there, I knew that, but I cold not deny my desire to travel. The Callisto Mountains were too intriguing to be ignored. You see, I am a wanderer, and it is in my soul to travel. I am not like other humans, I will live for a very long time. I have travelled a lot, so much in fact that I find it necessary to record details of my travels. I was the first human on Palak to introduce our runes - which didn’t seem so big to me at the time. Time progressed and others began to find my methods interesting, so since then Anstku, Ku’ac and Donfost have all taken my runic alphabet to make it their own. That was hardly fair.
It didn’t take long for my stomach to complain so I opened my sack, made a fire and cooked some meat. The day was coming to an end, I was tired, and the sun was already lost to the horizon so I was obliged to set up camp. It wasn’t anything elaborate, just a blanket or two draped over me as I curled near the warm flames, almost basking in their comfortable glow.
Being alone never bothered me. For as long as I can remember, I have been alone. Others never understood me -they could not, they would not. I was free to do what I liked without social matters tying me down, holding me back. My soul detested and repulsed that idea. I am a wanderer, I need to be free, else I wouldn’t be comfortable.

The next morning, awoke face to face to the dying, curling wisps of smoke from my fire. The sun was just rising, my shadow was cast long on my right. Far away on the horizon ahead, I could make out the snowy tips of the monstrous, immense Callisto Mountains. Excitement bubbled in me, I could barely contain it. My heart was pounding inside me, whilst my brain urged me forwards. I could not refuse.
Dutifully, I travelled on. The soothing sense of peace and stillness in the land around me was a comfort to me. I was so distant from the rest of Palak, nothing was around to bother me, and I rather enjoyed that feeling.
After many hours I grew weary, so I had a drink whilst pausing for a moment to survey my surroundings. I took a quick look at the sky above me, then continued, more excited about my journey than ever before. They would soon be towering over me, leading me along a rocky path to behold wonders unknown.
By the next sunset, I could see a considerable less amount of sky, and much more mountainous land. The terrain was becoming more difficult to walk across so it was taking me longer. But a couple more nights and I could be at the foot of the mountains.
That night, when twilight had since passed and the gentle hum of insects was a quiet background noise, I spent a while looking at the constellations. Miakada’s eerie glow shone over the the Tilly Rainforest further North of me, whilst Chandra’s pale glow gave the mountains a serene sheen. The stars glittered. I made out the constellation Saevitia, the brightest anyone could see from Palak. Saevitia was slightly below Chandra, whereas if I turned to face Miakada, I could see Malitia, the constellation everybody associated with the red mood, its creatures and their savage attitude. Some of the tribes from the Ku’ac plains believe that the God Malitia was an evil God, feminine and cruel using crimson flames to torture the souls of those that dare tempt her. I learned lots whilst I spent some time on the Ku’ac plains, it was all so interesting.
When I slept that night, I dreamt of everything I might encounter in the mountains. Fiery Gods, evil creatures, magic, mystery, but most of all a challenge. It was a challenge, a challenge I welcomed with open arms.