Not even the most intrepid mountain climbers ventured into these fields of everlasting ice
Not even the most intrepid mountain climbers ventured into these fields of everlasting ice. It had been so very, very long since anyone had succeeded in climbing this mountain that the feat had been forgotten. For one of Fantastica’s many strange laws decreed that no one could climb the Mountain of Destiny until the last successful climber had been utterly forgotten. Thus anyone who managed to climb it would always be the first.
No living creature could survive in that icy waste — except for a handful of gigantic ice-glumps — who could barely be called living creatures, for they moved so slowly that they needed years for a single step and whole centuries for a short walk. Which meant, of course, that they could only associate with their own kind and knew nothing at all about the rest of Fantastica. They thought of themselves as the only living creatures in the universe.
|A long silence followed||Atreyu raised himself with difficulty|
|A long silence followed|
|Atreyu raised himself with difficulty|