Chapter 11

The night was comfortable enough until the wind started picking up. Waking up quickly from my slumber, I walk out toward the cliff, beginning to do what I could not finish yesterday: look for a way down. Unfortunately it was too early in the morning and the sun has not risen yet. Scouting out the entire cliff side would be absolutely impossible for only one person to do with a limited life span such as mine.

That is if you even live as long as a human I thought while remembering the fact I was no longer human after all. With a pained heart, I reminisce about the stares I felt at the lion kingdom. I wonder why I even began thinking of such things, maybe it's due to the gloomy atmosphere or the journey it took here...

Alas during my scouting endeavor the depressing thoughts continued.

Knowing the world I come from will I even be accepted? Maybe not. No matter what happens though I must continue onward toward the dragon kingdom… maybe they won't accept me either… ARGH! Friezer said I should go, I must believe him! he never openly discriminated against me… he may still hate me though sigh…

Attempting to limit my mind to the thoughts I had, I decided to go for a hail mary. Lacking in judgement and forgetting about the clouds overhead, I observed the entire cliff face looking for a way to climb down. I located an area on the cliff face where there was plenty of rocks I could grab and I continue to look down the cliff for any ledges I could rest at.

Looking for a well used path is simply insane! I could have already started my decent if I simply climbed down! The sun will illuminate the cliff and will make it easier to climb down as well! I wish I had help! I am irritated being so far away from somebody else! AGH!!

Lacking further judgment I started to climb down the cliff for what I thought was a easy way to get down. Starting my decent downward I also noticed a type of ledge or some sort, much further down. Planning to head toward there, I quickly climbed to the best I could.

However the world seemed to give me hell. instead of the sun appear over head like I thought, rain appeared instead making the cliff face slippery and making my decent not only dangerous, but also painful. The rocks seemed to become jagged and pointy while my hands only became wet. Soon my hands encountered edged rocks and quickly my hands became wet with blood.

The misfortunes only piled up that day as I seemed to lack any proper judgment, instead of realizing my mistakes, that there was rain wind and earth against me, I climbed down not up. After an extremely painful journey I finally look down toward the ledge, it seemed almost the same as it did from on top of the cliff face. Somehow this instead of deterring me in just spun me further on as my rage filled my head. I was just glad I wasn't sad anymore.

Damn you world! damn you cliff! How dare you treat me like this! You unfairly robbed me! You forced me into a corner! I will unceasingly fight on!

The climbing only made my hands worse and worse but my unflinching anger and resolve ate at my thoughts and I continued without stopping continued on down this dangerous path.

After around 2 hours of rigorous climbing my hands gave out being unable to grip anything, I simply assumed the worst and cursed myself for my stupidity. I closed my eyes awaiting my death…

Due to my tail flailing about, it came into contact with something. I knew then my free falling was going to end. Agonizing pain came all thought my tail and the sensitivity brought from my tail simply harmed me here more than it did any good. However my pain was brought to a short stop when my head finally came into contact with the ground and darkness enveloped me.

-at the wailing rocks-

Tsahnizh was hard at work locating the scattered mana, he collected it through the compass, which in turn, simply helped him find more. Looking up from his compass he observed the area around him: it was filled with evergreen pines, a magnificent forest spanned a majority of the wailing rocks, tsahnizh was on one of the few roads that was actually on the wailing rocks. Granted, this road was simply meager cobblestone

“Bah even wee lads can make a finer pavement then this!” the little dwarf mumbled clearly annoyed at the lack of effort put into the road.

However his annoyances kept piling up, as the compass led him into the forest thick, where there simply was no road. But this annoyance was starting to slowly disappear as the deeper he got the more dense the mana became. Until it finally grew to a peak location where the mana fluxuations were visible and VERY unstable. Unusually however, the dense mana didn't just disperse like it would normally in normal situations, and instead it seemed to draw mana closer.

Taking out his new magnifying glass he inspected the the dense rift of magic that just seemed to move where it please when is pleased. Unlike anything the little dwarf has ever seen he almost cried at the unusual energies. There was all sorts of elements inside this small dense rift. There was electricity or lighting as the dwarf would have called it. There was an intense type of liquid metal the dwarf had never seen. This small intense rift was simply something the dwarf could not fathom. The rift resembled the technology those damn aliens had. This little rift also contained intense magic that resembled space time magic and this caused the dwarf to be perplexed, and he quickly jotted down notes and recordings he found using the magnifying glass and his own skills.

After observing the rift for around half an hour a seemingly magical thing occurred: the rift split open for several seconds and inside it the dwarf saw the most absurd thing he could have ever imagined: he saw a man. All around this man was snow, and by the looks of it, it was also snowing. The man he saw was an intense looking man with mighty facial hair. However the rift closed before either of their faces recovered from the shock they felt.

The dwarf Tsahnizh knew then this wasn’t simple magic and the dwarf picked up the magnifying glass he dropped and ran as fast as he could back to his home of the 5 smithies. While normally is snowed on the wailing rocks the summer had been hot this year, enough that the snow actually melted for about a day in the center of the continent, a feat that rarely happens. But this wasn't the center it was a warmer northern region of the continent. There was no snow. But under the rift sat impossibility: Cold snow.

And so the little man ran to the king, to tell him of the great change that he knew was occuring. Fearing any and all things that rift may represent. Similarly on the other side of the rift the man who for measly seconds looked into the portal. Turned to the scientist on his right and said these following words:

“скажи мне, знает ли америка об этом?” (tell me, does america know of this?)

The scientist next to the man said with a very worried expression, “большой сталин, я понятия не имею.” (great stalin, I have no idea.)

-returning to the cliff face-

Awaking from my stupor, with agonizing pain all over my body. I opened my eyes painfully to see the dark clouds and rain barreling down on me and the cliff face almost like it was looking down on me. I realized then, the luckiest thing happened to me, that I did not fall to the ground, I fell onto the ledge! Unfortunately the smirk I had on my face was a short lived one. The pain I felt earlier once again tormented me down to my very core. My tail I could feel underneath me was broken. My hands were bleeding. One foot was broken, or at least sprained, I couldn't tell do to the pain of my tail. I was cold from the rain, and all the light that entered my eyes was painful and only added to my new found pounding headache. I may have had a concussion. Turning my broken body with what energy I had left I looked toward what I could only assume was my refuge: a cave.

My body rioted against me as slowly shifted my weight onto my chest so I could slowly crawl toward the cave, I didn't even know if my foot could even be used. As such I chose to crawl. After what felt like an an era as I crawled I finally reached the point where I could rest in the cave away from the rain. I didn't know how long I would last with my body torn up like this but without any knowledge of where civilization was or even where I was truly, I simply lay there and I cried. I bawled my eyes out as I felt the despair of my situation. The howling wind and the pitter patter of rain was my requiem as I lay there crying and slowly dying. Without any energy or help I did the only thing that might even make me feel slightly at ease. I simply tore what simple cloths I had on by the sleeves, not that it required much energy as it was already beginning to rip. Then I painfully rapped my hands in them to hope the bleeding stop from my hands. After doing the tiresome work, I rest my head on the cold stone floor and closed my puffy eyes and tried to sleep.