Where the Mist Meets the Mountain

Previously

…But for the first time since Sarah and the boys had been taken from me, the suffocating fog in my own heart began to recede, replaced by a different kind of clarity. My father hadn’t abandoned me to a legend of riches; he had entrusted me with a sacred duty. And I would not fail him. I would not fail the mountain. I would find the Heartstone, and I would protect it, not with greed, but with the fierce, unwavering love of a son honoring his father’s legacy. The path ahead was shrouded, treacherous, and undoubtedly fraught with peril, but I finally knew where I was going. I was going home.