Prologue: An Old Ending
One frigid winter evening, an observer might have noticed a person sitting on a rocky bluff, around their late teens. However, there were no observers this far into the mountains. He was not out here for any particular reason, other than to gaze at the stars and the marvelous full moon. He didn't have any particularly pressing thought on his mind, apart from the fact that it was somewhat chilly.
A bit later he decided that it was fairly late, and time to go home. Unfortunately, when he stood up, the bluff he was on took notice, and emitted heaving and groaning, akin to that of nauseous giant. Without much further ado, the bluff collapsed, sending the man tumbling down the mountain. Luckily for him, he survived the fall,.
The following landslide was another matter entirely.
Sheez, so dark. No idea where that comes from. But take heart! I won't write the rest of the story like this!