Where the Mist Meets the Mountain

Previously

…The mountain would remain my home, its mist my companion. I would not seek to exploit its secrets, nor would I reveal them to the world. I would guard them, as my father had, as Thorne’s ancestors had before him. I would be a keeper of the peace, a protector of the legacy. The whispers would continue, the legends would persist, but the true treasure, the heart of the mountain, would remain safe. Hidden. Protected. And in that quiet solitude, I finally felt I could begin to heal. The mist, once a symbol of my isolation, was now a comforting embrace, a promise of peace.