Ascent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
An old writing assignment written for a freshman class.

Submitted: September 16, 2014

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Ascent

 

Not too long ago, there was a girl.

 

This girl loved nothing more than a challenge, and no challenge she had ever faced alone before had bested her mighty will.

 

Soon came the dawn when the girl had accomplished everything she had hoped to, and she waited for a sense of triumph to wash over her. The feeling never came. “The only explanation,” she thought, “Is that there must be something I have yet to achieve.” And so she set out to find something to accomplish.

 

The girl traveled far and wide, and on one cold and windy day she came upon a mountain she had never seen before. The frosted top pierced the veil of clouds, shrouding it from view. The girl saw a old and worn trail laying underneath her, and she picked up her feet.

 

She had not gotten more than a few hundred meters when she came upon a boy shivering in the cold. His hair whipped every which way as he wrapped his shaking hands around his chest.

“Hello miss, do you plan to top the mountain?” The girl stood up straight. “Yes I am, and no one will stop me.” She marched on, and the boy shuffled along behind her, calling out. “Well then I plan to come with you.” The girl trekked on and so did the boy.

 

As the two strolled on, the wind sped up, hurling bits of ice and snow toward the girl. She avoided it with finesse. Empowered, she began to let down her guard. She moseyed along, and a particularly strong gust of wind slung an immense shard of ice over at her. Distracted with her own success, she did not see it coming, but the boy did. He dashed over to her and guarded her from the blow, braving the ice himself. The girl, who had not seen, wandered on. The boy, bruised but intact, hurried along behind her.

 

As they neared the halfway point, the girl noticed that the trail she was walking had become significantly less clear, and she struggled to stay on the path. With her eyes glued down, she almost did not see another boy sitting along the route. This one was much like the first, except his blonde hair was dusted white due to hours spent next to the trail. “Hello miss, do you plan to top the mountain?” Once again the girl stood tall, and replied, “Yes I am, and no one will stop me.” The blonde boy followed after the first, and they went on their way.

 

The three pushed on as the blizzard thickened still. They wandered upon a thinly frozen stream, and a paper layer of ice lay atop it. Cautiously, the girl took a step, and a spider web cracked along the surface, but it did not break. Confident, she again let down her guard, and tromped along the stream. The blonde boy, who was following next to her, noticed a gaping hole in her way. Her eyes were locked up towards the summit, and she did not see the danger. Her foot began to sink into the water, when the blonde boy shoved her. He himself sank down under the sleet, and surfaced gasping for air to fill his blue cheeks. He clambered out and jogged to reach the girl, who had continued on her way.

 

They neared the peak now, and the clouds began to part as they made their way up. The path was no longer clear at all, and they began to climb upon cliffs with jagged teeth. as it was the only way up. The girl struggled with her own weight but she pushed, and soon rose to a perilous height. The two boys followed closely behind, and they were the first to notice a splash of red against the canvas of black slate and snow. It was another girl, perched atop a ledge jutting out of the rock face. Her hair blew around her, reminiscent of flames. She stood when she saw the three approach. “Hello travelers, do you plan to top the mountain?” The girl stared surprised for a moment, then pulled herself up onto the ledge. “Yes I am, and no one will stop me.” Intrigued, the girl with locks of ruby climbed alongside her.

 

Now at almost a thousand feet above the snow blanketed ground, the four clung to the bluff as the wind tried to tear them from it. Slowly they ascended and finally the glanced the peak.  They had only a few feet left to scale when, awestruck by its beauty, the girl lost her grip. One hand clutched the cliff face while the other fell to her side, weak and useless. The girl with flaming hair rushed to the peak, where she held out her hand to help. As she grasped her hand, the girl who loved a challenge was pulled up to the summit. She stood for a moment, among the clouds, and the wind died down. She smiled, and waited for the triumph to wash over her and warm her freezing body. But it did not come. Heartbroken, she turned around, only to see three figures huddled in the cold. The first boy was bruised all over, and she winced at his pain. The second boy was blue, and his hair was stuck stiff from the water he had been submerged in. Lastly, she looked at the girl with her head of fire. She was completely white from head to toe.

 

Suddenly she felt it. She felt the warmth rise up inside her, but it was not triumph, or glory, or honor. A small smile crept across her lips, and she embraced the three battered souls. They descended together, side by side, and she realized that she was finally content.

 


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