Two months no update, to make up for such an insult, two days of new chapters, maybe a third if I finish it. The education system finally cut me a break in the form of a home work free night, just in time for C-Group. Review please because it makes my heart fly on a magical unicorn while burping rainbows.
Chapter 5: They Make Their Home in the Mountains
Aerynn spent two painful days dragging Jack up the mountain. She was aggravated by the fact that they could not move faster. Jack himself was finding himself surprised by how much she had changed, in the twenty years he'd had her as a sister, she had never once taken anything so seriously.
According to Aerynn's description of where they were going, once the reached near the top of the mountain, they would be able to descend into a town built directly on the steep mountain edges. The outer edge might've been easily climbable, but apparently the other side of the two adjoining mountains was a near straight drop. Many of the town's occupants accepted vampires, which according to Aerynn was strange for their kind, and were friendly when it came to her visiting; others, though, were openly aggressive, and proud of their dislike towards her.
Many times on their journey up the mountain, Jack was informed of the great beauty of this place they were going to, but no description could prepare him for what he could actually see.
Wooden bridges trailed the wall like cliffs of the valley. Homes were built directly into the mountain, only accessible by the stairs and bridges that connected every structure and each building had living walls of ivy. The valley itself was quite large, surrounded on all sides by six different mountains; it could easily have fit the Jade Princess and Black Pearl within it.
Along the several hundred feet that held housing and gardens, people could be seen walking easily along the bridges, carrying items varying from fruits and vegetables to wood and clothing.
In a patch of short to non-existent grass, some younger boys were playing a game with a large leather ball, using carved sticks to hit it into fishing nets hung from small trees. The game also included a great deal of tackling, the boys ages ranged from barely able to hold the stick, to around nine or ten.
"So, where are we?" A deep voice suddenly sounded near them, "Welcome, to The Tribe of the Wooden Mountain."
Short chapter, lame name for a tribe, but hey, it's an update. Tell me what you liked, what you hated, and whether or not you think I'll ever be able to hit the backspace bar without hitting the =bar first. Thanks for reading- Felan out!