One day I woke up in this mountain range. It had nice water source in the middle I looked around and saw a broken mirror I looked different. this wasn't me and I can't remember how I got here all I remember is going to sleep and waking up in these mountains maybe this it's all a dream. I walked along the rocky riverbank weirdly the rocks however jagged and sharp didn't seem to hurt me sort of like I had been here before but it couldn't be after all this was all just a dream a trick of the mind made because I ate a questionable bit of food. I walked to a small shelter that I had built out of sticks, a few trees and a tarp that I found floating along that small river that the lake was draining out of to an unknown ocean that could be a hole continent away.
I looked around my small shelter it was not good enough I was not good enough I would need to make a mud hut or something or face the green night of nature's wrath what would the great heroes of the books I used to read do they would get something like a magic bag of wind but that wasn't possible here I must do this by my own hands. I went out and started building a fire to cook some of the fish I caught down by the lake but eventually I would need to get some gear to make stronger houses maybe I would make an old school boat with a tree but I didn't have the experience to do that.
I looked upon the setting sun and slowly but surely I would be found by civilisation eventually I went to bed and slept peacefully through the night with my stone hatchet by my side. I walked outside to see a small tiger eating at my burned out fire if I didn't charge it I was going to be hunted but if I did I would also be killed well its do and die in a quite literal sense maybe after I win would try to make a replica of the statue of that old king or was he a pharaoh either way I knew his name started with the letter R or maybe it was the letter O either way I knew it was a very old name. I would eventually get good at carving things into wood to make my boat because nails where not an option and there was no way to make strong enough rope to support the weight of a human, a rod and the fish I caught with that rod .
I charged at the tiger while screaming to try to scare it away it began to bolt to the forest and I sat on my small chair I could do this I just had to have confidence but maybe I wasn't to be too confident or it was to be my undoing. I looked up onto my carving up on the tree it was a carving saying we must re-read history or repeat its errors so I did I used history to my advantage to help myself survive this hellhole of a mountain.
This reminded me of an old tale I read it was about Arthur's knights it showed a knight hitting another knight to protect his king learning its ok to fail if you learn a lesson from it. I sat by the bank of the river and began to hum an old song about a man and his adventure into the world. I looked out into the lake I had hope that I wouldn't need to come against the green knight of that tale of old and that I would come out of this mountain alive. I sat and watched a mountain maybe this was my journey of self-discovery.
