Before solitary confinement opened up and Ent would be locked for years screwing up his life again. The wind passed and so did the urge to stay awake. Both of them fell asleep having no feel to stay awake and just fall back to their death or sleep.
Two thrones and the who sat on it concerned Ent a lot, it was a matter too fast yet too slow growing inside him with fright and also excitement. Rubbing his eyes Ent woke a query feeling of the glare of the two throne bearer still hovered over him with weird stickiness.
The journeys way swirled like a circle of it was opened up and shifted to curves. The mountain was huge with fiery thick waters running around it. The water semmed pointy like needles from the view of spectator and no need to tell it was deadly.
To be continued
© Kshitij sathe