He felt the warmth of the sun's rays filtering through him.
A smile touched his aged face in remembrance.
Allowing the memories of this place to flood back to when it was more than just a looking point. In old all came here; all the creatures of the world; even the human's. In this time he recalls that all was good with the world.
The lowest were not hunted for the pleasure. All were concerned with the well being of all. The balance was well kept, none were stronger than another.
All lived to a time when it was the chosen time to leave....
"Has it come to him now; the time to leave?", his thoughts drifting.
Then the noises behind him return him to the present.
Softly growling he hears the bays of the trained trackers.
Knowing well that the ones following him would soon find this place; and turn it into nothing. He turns and looks once again at the landscape, sighing, for all had changed. There were not flowing rivers of clear water, just dams of foul stench. Forests of old are few and far between. Lush grass lands now criss-crossed by the endless grey roads. The crops in the fields not as they should be, changed to last longer, grown out of season.
He soft growls, "what had changed?"
"Why did the balance disappear?"
"How could they, the human's not see that balance was needed?" So many questions flash through his mind, yet so few answers.
Knowing that in the past the knowing of something meant an understanding of it. "Is this what happened, that we forget that knowing was more important than knowledge?" he asks once more.
Hearing the crashing noise behind him, he turns seeing the first of trackers.
Knowing his time is near as more crash into the clearing below.
Will it be painless or will they taunt him, till he attacks, these are the thoughts that fill him now?
Then he remembers the old teachings, the ones that gave him the power of the mountain. Letting out a roar of the aged he leaps at the trackers, knowing he had chosen wise. This was the time of the human's the lands were not free to roam, that he would leave in his way and not theirs. He feels the pain as the hunter's dart hits him, feeling the sun rays on his face, smiling softly he slips away.
A tear passes down the hunter's face, for he recalls the earlier times.
A tear passes down the trackers faces, for they have caught the one sought by many. Finally the hunter looks down at the Mountain King and softly caresses the fine pelt, whispering softly. "I am sorry old friend, but it is safer if you don't roam free. I have found you a place, where none will hunt you, where the balance is been restored.
Waking once more he feels strange as if he slept, yet didn't fall asleep.
"Did he dream all that happened?" his thoughts returning to him.
Slowly the world forms shapes, and then the images stream in.
He feels the sun's rays on his face, lifting his head slowly.
Then standing he looks around seeing he still is where he was, there is no noises of the chase. Yet it is different, the sun's rays are softer, and higher than he remembered. Yet the fields, forests and streams where there as he remembered them.
Turning he looks down into the clearing. Seeing all that he called friend, companion, the knowing of them sending shivers down his spine.
Then he hears a soft voice whisper to him, "I hope the journey wasn't too much for you old friend." Turning to the voice he sees the human who had been the hunter. Growling and moving backwards, he faces off with the one who called him friend. Leaping through the air, knocking into this friend, claws retracted. Standing on the human's chest, he looks deeply into the eyes, looking for the ugly human traits. Seeing none of the traits in the human, "Are we home?" is all he asks. The human smiles and replies; "As home as we can be, living on this planet called Earth." "Welcome to the new balance and a new mountain."
Stepping off the human he walks to the place he woke, looking up feeling the rays of sun on his face. Knowing slowly returns, he is once again a Mountain King. Letting the rays filter through him into the mountain, knowing of the new friendship he would make with this mountain. With a roar, equal to one of his strength, the others in the gathering cheer.
All lived to a time when it was the chosen time to leave....
"Has it come to him now; the time to leave?", his thoughts drifting.
Then the noises behind him return him to the present.
Softly growling he hears the bays of the trained trackers.
Knowing well that the ones following him would soon find this place; and turn it into nothing. He turns and looks once again at the landscape, sighing, for all had changed. There were not flowing rivers of clear water, just dams of foul stench. Forests of old are few and far between. Lush grass lands now criss-crossed by the endless grey roads. The crops in the fields not as they should be, changed to last longer, grown out of season.
He soft growls, "what had changed?"
"Why did the balance disappear?"
"How could they, the human's not see that balance was needed?" So many questions flash through his mind, yet so few answers.
Knowing that in the past the knowing of something meant an understanding of it. "Is this what happened, that we forget that knowing was more important than knowledge?" he asks once more.
Hearing the crashing noise behind him, he turns seeing the first of trackers.
Knowing his time is near as more crash into the clearing below.
Will it be painless or will they taunt him, till he attacks, these are the thoughts that fill him now?
Then he remembers the old teachings, the ones that gave him the power of the mountain. Letting out a roar of the aged he leaps at the trackers, knowing he had chosen wise. This was the time of the human's the lands were not free to roam, that he would leave in his way and not theirs. He feels the pain as the hunter's dart hits him, feeling the sun rays on his face, smiling softly he slips away.
A tear passes down the hunter's face, for he recalls the earlier times.
A tear passes down the trackers faces, for they have caught the one sought by many. Finally the hunter looks down at the Mountain King and softly caresses the fine pelt, whispering softly. "I am sorry old friend, but it is safer if you don't roam free. I have found you a place, where none will hunt you, where the balance is been restored.
Waking once more he feels strange as if he slept, yet didn't fall asleep.
"Did he dream all that happened?" his thoughts returning to him.
Slowly the world forms shapes, and then the images stream in.
He feels the sun's rays on his face, lifting his head slowly.
Then standing he looks around seeing he still is where he was, there is no noises of the chase. Yet it is different, the sun's rays are softer, and higher than he remembered. Yet the fields, forests and streams where there as he remembered them.
Turning he looks down into the clearing. Seeing all that he called friend, companion, the knowing of them sending shivers down his spine.
Then he hears a soft voice whisper to him, "I hope the journey wasn't too much for you old friend." Turning to the voice he sees the human who had been the hunter. Growling and moving backwards, he faces off with the one who called him friend. Leaping through the air, knocking into this friend, claws retracted. Standing on the human's chest, he looks deeply into the eyes, looking for the ugly human traits. Seeing none of the traits in the human, "Are we home?" is all he asks. The human smiles and replies; "As home as we can be, living on this planet called Earth." "Welcome to the new balance and a new mountain."
Stepping off the human he walks to the place he woke, looking up feeling the rays of sun on his face. Knowing slowly returns, he is once again a Mountain King. Letting the rays filter through him into the mountain, knowing of the new friendship he would make with this mountain. With a roar, equal to one of his strength, the others in the gathering cheer.
*His thoughts drift, may the balance stay this time*
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This picture gave me the inspiration.
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