Prolouge: Ephram stumbled and fell, the bottle of beer slightly spilling onto the white rocks beneath him. He'd only had two, but it was enough to impair his judgment. His chest heaved, lungs unaware of how hard it would be to climb in the thin mountain air. As he looked over the mountain, he was in awe...it was so beautiful. Only for a moment, though, did he pause. Only for a moment, did he find a will to live. "Damn, its cold." And the moment was gone.