Ragged foothills lie
beyond the moors.
The tortoise leaves us
and recedes back into the mist.
Rocky teeth jut out of the ground
making our way treacherous.
We are pursued.
Centurians of the dragon city detest our escape.
We clamor into the unsteady outcrops.
Far enough ahead, for now.
We find people trapped
between fear of the monsters behind
and fear of the journey ahead.
We scramble on.
Rocks breaking and sliding under each step.
A great white mountain stretches before us.
Safety at its summit.
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