• Prayer at Dawn

Deremiah reached down and closed his hand around the hilt of his sword. The metal was quite cool against his palm even though he had been wielding it just a few seconds ago.

He picked up the sword and straightened, then he performed a thrust, a slice and a jack. He spun his body with the blade following his motion before he stabbed the air strongly and ended the warm up by spinning the sword and placing it on a resting position beside him.

His gaze shifted toward the mountain in the distance. He could see the peak from where he stood and it wasn't a very high mountain. The rocky face was covered with glowing plants and mushrooms clinging on its shaft from the base to the tip like a mosaic.

Back when it was darker, their light had been vivid and brilliant, but now they were subdued under the growing daylight.