Hate to Love- chapter 8 Mount Tysen
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A/N: hey ppl! The hols are coming soon! I'll be able to update more too! Rejoice!
A/N: From now on, word in italics mean that it is the thoughts of the person that I'm writing about. Ok?
A/N: ppl, sry for not updating for so long... i was stopped from using the computer by my parents... sry... i'll try to update more during the hols... ok?
on to the story...
Mal stood in front of the mountain, staring blankly at it. Mount Tysen was the tallest mountain in the region. The submit reached past 25,000 feet. Most of the mountaineers who were inexperienced tried to climb the gigantic mountain and ended up ever returning. Even in experienced mountaineers, few managed to come back in one piece.
I'll never be able to cross this.
Sure you can, Golden's a fine horse, one of the finest steeds, in fact.
No, I meant that I'll not survive past this mountain. Look at it. There must be thousands of caves in there.
No, silly. You aren't going to cross the top of the mountain to get across. You're going to walk along the base of the mountain.
Really? Oh, I didn't know that. I'm so unknowledgeable.
Yeah, didn't ya know?
hmph!
Mal had already been on the road for 7 days. She only dared to set off at night, in the dark, where she would not be spotted. So far, she had seen no soldiers coming after her, so she assumed that her parents thought that she was still in the city and were still searching for her.
It was already late into the night. Mal had slept in the day so she was not tired. She mounted Golden and set off.
"Golden," Mal murmured, after riding for what seemed like days when it was only a few hours. The sun was beginning to rise.
The horse neighed softly in response.
"Do you feel tired?" she asked softly. Mal often talked to her horse. It was not uncommon. Horse and rider were friends. Even closer than Mal and Jen. The King, Queen, adn the wildmage allsaid that it was important to have a close relationship with their horse and trust it.
Golden shook her mane lightly, careful not to hit Mal, indicating that she wasn't tired.
Hayaine has done an excellent job in teaching the animals our signs and words.
Of course, she lives up to her name as the 'wildmage', doesn't she?
yeah.
Golden and Mal continued up the mountain along the road made specially for the passer-bys who wanted to go to and from Valendra and Tortall.
After another 3 hours of riding, Mal could sense that Golden was feeling tired and wanted her to rest. Noticing a cave not far, she guided Golden to it. Upon reaching the cave, Golden sat down after Mal had dismounted her.
Well, Golden sure deserves the rest. She has rode far. I wonder why Father still hasn't sent soldiers after me.
Maybe he doesn't want to attract attention that the Princess, soon-to-be bride of the Prince of Tortall has escaped.
Why do you ALWAYS have the answer to my questions?
Hmmm… maybe it's because I'm smart?
Oh, yeah, right…
Mal took a drink of water and fell into a deep sleep, which lasted still late afternoon. She was very tired after the long ride, even though she only sat on Golden throughout the journey.