The Road Less Travelled

Tension brewing high, I set off on the path much less traveled. The shattered memories of a familial unit lay in fragments behind me as I begin to climb. I come to a fork in the road. One path is beaten smooth by the constant use by travelers, the other nothing more than a mountain goat trail. In the middle of the fork stands a robed figure. The figure speaks in a raspy voice "choose your path well, both paths have good qualities but only one path is right for you. The other will eventually consume you and on both you will have to withstand the test of the purging by fire as well as other tests." Unhesitantly I choose the mountain goat trail, my ties to the world behind fragmenting and falling to dust.

As I climb the mountain goat trail I reach a cliff where another figure waits for me smiling with one hand behind her back and asks "Will you do something for me?". She reveals what she has hidden in her hand behind her back. It is a dagger. "Die!" she screams and leaps at me. A old memory triggers of this and I dodge and defend with a kick which knocks her off balance and she falls. I move on, another old memory falling in the dust behind me as I continue to ascend and climb.

The path is overgrown as it is not commonly traveled but I press on. I continue to climb the mountain. I pass landscapes of many different types of scenery. Snow and glaciers, sandy deserts with sand dunes, tropical forests... I press on...

"Dark they were with golden eyes, but in a twinkle they die."

It is night but I continue to press on as I am not tired but energized. The stars bright light shining down on the rocky terrain of the mountain landscape. Another figure emerges.

"You have passed the trials" the figure said. "You walked through fire and emerged victorious." "This path, the one less traveled, was the right path for you..." The figure disappeared in an orb of glowing light and I continued on, nearing the top of the mountain.

As the sun rose I reached the top of the mountain, I stretched my arms and in their place was feathers. I stretched my eagles wings and I fly, my past falling behind.