Yeah, I'm getting tired of shitty rewrite after shitty rewrite too.
Chara took a few steps, then sat down on a moss-covered boulder in the sun. Looking up they could see a massive expanse of blue, with white streaks of clouds forming incoherent shapes. The air smelt of honeyed sweets in the early summer breeze, with flowers surrounding them in small patches. Off in the distance they could see storms brewing, but they wouldn't reach the mountain for hours- perhaps not even until the next morning.
The moss was soft, and dry from the summer heat; making a perfect place to rest their bruised and weary head. They'd had a difficult journey climbing up the mountain with so little sleep, surely they could take a quick nap. They wanted to explore the ruins later, and perhaps summit the mountain. The look over the valley was something they'd wanted to see for a while now. Their green sweater was covered in a thick layer of dirt, brambles, and barbs from the trek up through the forest thicket; and their brick colored pants were frayed at their ends, and coated in a thick layer of dust. Quite a few scratches and scrapes covered their body from their numerous falls.
As the child drifted off to sleep, the sounds of winds picking up filled their senses, and the cool air was a welcome relief as they were starting to sweat from the summer swelter.
As they passed into the world of dreams, the cool feeling distorted into a frigid night, in the middle of a frozen waste. A snowstorm raged, with the ground covered in deep drifts as tall as the child. Through the dark night, glowing eyes pierced the storm and watched them struggle to get to higher ground, only succeeding in tiring themselves out. As the eyes grew closer, the child looked up and saw rows of teeth; some glistening and pointed, others matte and dull. Their scream caught in their throat, as the faces of their assailants lunged. Teeth, sinking in and the pain causing them to writhe.
A loud thunder crash woke the child up with a start, several hours had passed and the storm was upon them. They continued their climb up the mountain with vigor, looking for shelter. They jogged past old ruins with arched entrances, and remnants of houses fit for giants or small enough to hardly hold a dog. Rain started to fall. They climbed up marble stairs, past ruins, and slowly towards the portal of a cave. As the rain picked up into a storm, they reached the entrance and paused, observing if anything lived inside. Finding nothing, they proceeded inside with caution. The walls grew thick with vines, and the floor was getting wet from the rain. They moved further, and found a dry spot on the floor. They curled up; a shivering and filthy child, and slowly dozed off yet again.
They awoke hours later; the sounds of bats fluttering into the cave waking them, and left the cave once more, to find that it was early morning. They watched the sun rise over the sodden valley.
Chara left the cave, almost slipping in the thick mud covered stones, seeing the ruins around them shining a brilliant white. They continued up the mountain, following progressively more intact steps. They reached the top as the sun neared high noon, and witnessed the valley they had been born and raised in, from a view they assumed that few had seen. They were thankful for the curse of the mountain- or this place would, too, be covered in the filth of civilization. They breathed in the clean mountain air, and revelled in the sunlight. It would soon be overcast and storming, the brief patch of sky without cloud-cover slowly moving past the valley.
They sat there for a while, taking in the beauty, before they saw darkness slowly fall over the valley; waiting for it to reack them before leaving, taking in the view on the other side of the mountain. A view of forestry greeted them, stretching out for miles untouched.
They heard a crash, and again began looking for shelter. The rain picked up quickly, and they soon got lost in a thick fog. Large drops pelted them, and they grew frantic, they fell a dozen feet, and were cushioned by a large shrub. They saw the vague outline of another cave ahead, and approached.
In the thick fog and rain, they didn't see the hole sitting plainly before them.
They didn't see the root laid before their foot.
And no-one heard their scream.
I guess this is a good place to stop for now. I'd claim to plan on posting another chapter over winter break, but I don't know if/when I'll actually manage.
Pretty sure I said the same thing last year. Well, seeya.