Standing on the smallest mountain, looking at the biggest journey out there. The smell of the morning grass as its blades are carried by the wind which touches my face tickling my hairs as it blows softly, leading me to follow its mellow rush towards the trees. The sounds of the birds echoing in the distance, as i take my first step out of the cave and into the Forrest. Frightened by the unknown sounds, but the light carries my path clear and bright, carrying a slight...