Finder Cloudburst Chapter 3, Part 1
I left Fleagrass behind,
following the river
water’s journey north
towards the ocean.
Summer weather is grand,
but this far north it is
less freezing and more
tolerable.
I walked all day with the
Fierce River at my side,
trying to find the
door Tick described.
Daylight fled from the field
as shadows marched in file,
dusk leading the ranks
to subdue light.
Adventure’s first day was
done and I had found nought
but the pleasure of
a good journey.
The sun had gone to rest.
The moon was concealed in
a quilt of gloomy
clouds o’er the sky.
Icy winds crept into
my camp like a scoundrel
slinking into an
unlocked dwelling.
I kindled a small fire
to push away the chill
and warm my dinner
of fish and bread.
As I supped, I marveled
at the splendor of an
adventurer’s life,
free to wander.
My first day in the wild,
marked by giddy, mirthful
glee, was a treasure
of enjoyment.
Surely, the following
days of Finding would be
equally grand and
filled with success.
The day dawned bright and clear
matching my joyous mood.
“I have found my true
calling,” I laughed.
I explored the wilds for
hours, peeking behind hills,
under bushes and
overturned stones.
After midday, I found
a gentle hill whose face
had fallen away
in a landslide.
A stone door embedded
in the hillside was
darkened by long years
of burial.
I was pleased with my new
adventuring skills that
led me to this find.
I ran forward.