(a Poem a Day) -First to learn, Last to let go-

And since I forgot to put one up yesterday (oh my oh my) this one is A Poem Of Two Days ;)

She knows the way
she finds the right thing to say.
She sees the turnes
as soon as they appear but
moves and burnes
the path before they´re here.
Timeless love for those
who don´t deserve the devotion.
Much as how she chose
to leave the emotion coldly behind,
change her mind.
And even so,
she´s first to learn, and last to let go.


Triplepeak – part 3

(Find part 2 here.)

“Hurry up, kid,” the rider said with a quick glance over a broad shoulder without slowing down.

Kid, she thought and grinned. She was twenty seven, hardly a kid, but it wasn´t the first time she was mistaken for a much younger girl. Or boy, for that matter… She didn´t really mind. Much.

“What were you doing out there anyway?” He asked when she caught up. He sounded angry, more than curious, and she wondered if there were rules about going “outside”. Assuming where they were headed was “inside”.

“Walking,” she answered smiling and added, “where are we going?”

Her words, spoken easily and without any dubious intent, might as well have been a bomb threat. All five men stopped and turned to look at her with the same priceless expression of startled surprise. Then they glanced at the rider, hesitating to speak up but obviously wanting to. Finally he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, taking a deep breath so his wide chest got even bigger.

“Where were you going when I decided you shouldn´t become easy lunch?”

His voice was rough and deep, even if he´d made an effort to soften it. She should pale up at the thought of getting on the wrong side of him, but instead she flashed another easy smile and shrugged.

“I heard there was a good spot to camp in the area. And the myth of Triplepeak City. So I thought I´d make a day of it.” Or three. “Is that where we´re going? Triplepeak?”

(Find part 4 here.)

Triplepeak- part 2

(Find the beginning here.)

She felt tiny.

She was bouncing uncomfortably, even if she was being squashed against a strangers body. The horse was moving fast and the rider leaned forward. His voice carried to her from above her head, deep and coarse, as he urged the animal to go even faster. She hung on to him, forced to wrap her arms around him if she didn´t want to go flying. His arm was no longer a safety belt around her back.

The insanity of her situation started to sink in and she twisted as much as she could without losing her grip. She couldn´t turn enough to see his face, but he was huge. When she was about to shout at him to stop and let her go, she was faced with what she could only assume was the reason he was in such a hurry.

At first it seemed like a dark cloud, but as it came closer she made out shapes and movement. It was a flock of large black birds, silently gaining on them with such accuracy it was clear what their target was. And soon enough, the first bird let out a rough cry and plunged towards them. It had barely moved from the flock when a few more mimicked its move and then the whole bunch was shooting down.

She reached for her knives, secured by her hip, but was stopped by the rider. He grabbed her arm and put it back around him as he leaned even further down, basically pinning her to the horse.

“Hold on,” he growled, muttered something and the horse broke into a gallop that seemed to be closer to flying than running as it´s feet barely met the ground. The birds missed their target but kept following them and she was about to point that out, somehow, when the rider added:

“Ravens are the least of our problems, it´s the dogs we need to worry about. The guys better have that damn tunnel ready.”

Her eyes widened, both at his warning and what he had said next. Who were ´the guys´ and what tunnel were they getting ready? Who was this guy!

A howl broke her thoughts and made her tighten her hold. It was followed by another howl and then a loud answer from the ravens, crying and screeching and barking at the…

Wolves. No damn dogs; Grey, big wolves on both sides of the road and clearly circling them. She was now certain the rider was a friend rather than a crazy, kidnapping murderer. She would´ve been a snack for either a flock of ravens or a pack of wolves had he not taken her with him on the run. Why she would even need to worry about that did not become a question at that moment, but how to get out of this on the other hand…

The wolves were creeping closer, new ones appearing as soon as they outran the first. Her heart was racing and she couldn´t figure out how she would defend herself if the animals got close enough to attack. She could reach her knives pretty easily, but what good would they do if the horse was targeted?

She was beginning to plan how to survive if the horse was brought down, being pinned to it and on her back was not the best position to take control of her fall, when the rider hissed „yes!“ and made a turn that was so sharp she could almost touch the ground and wondered how the horse even kept its balance. She didn´t see where they were going but she saw walls of rock and felt a gust of chilly air. They slowed down and the rider sat up straight, allowing her to move freely in front of him again. Tall walls of a narrow canyon reached for the sky on both sides.

She twisted to look in the direction they were headed, just in time to see a round opening into a dark tunnel and a few men on horses holding guns and flashlights. In a second, they were all inside and a solid metal gate closed silently behind them. Lights flickered on, a string of them running the length of the tunnel, fitted into the ceiling. The tunnel walls seemed surprisingly smooth and the floor, even if obviously dirt and gravel, was solid.

Her savior swung lightly to the ground and she immediately followed. Her butt was killing her and her back wasn´t in the best shape either. The other men followed the riders example, leading their horses further into the tunnel. She trailed behind, watching the little group with interest and wondered what the hell she´d gotten herself into this time. Fleeing from wolves and birds and hiding in a tunnel? And to where?

She couldn´t help but grin. Triplepeak?

(Find part 3 here.)

Triplepeak City

(Find all published parts of Triplepeak City in reading order here.)

A bird was chirping happily in a somewhere nearby tree, a brook was caressing smooth rocks and grassy banks while it playfully made its way down a slight hill. Alongside it was a road of gravel and dirt,  wide and stomped down enough to obviously be a main road, but she hadn´t passed or seen another person for quite some time. It might possibly lead to a once big town of much traffic that had wound down to quiet… Nothing unusual about that.

Tall trees on both sides of the road were almost a solid wall, but as the road took a sharp left turn, that wall started to thin out on the right. The mountain she had seen from far distance and then been hidden from view when she entered the woods, was now surprisingly close.

As she walked further and the woods were down to a few trees on the right side of the road, the mountain side of the road, everything seemed to quiet down even more. No birds were hopping from branch to branch, no cracking of twigs and leaf indicating small animals shooting around in the cover of tall grass and trees… Not even the trees themselves were making a sound. No gentle hissing of movement in the sunlit canopy, nothing at all.

She watched the mountain while she walked, studied its landscape, and came to a sudden halt when she made out what seemed to be a manmade structure on it. A wall was leading from just above the roots of it and across a small distance of open land before it dipped into what looked like a canyon.  And the road seemed to lead right there.

She picked up her pace, despite the loud protesting of her weary feet, eager to find out what this was. To find out if it was true.

There were myths, stories about a city inside Triplepeak mountain. They said it was a magical place of bounty and prosperity. A place where people lived in perfect harmony and where laws of war and struggle were unknown. Utopia. They also said it was hidden from view to every soul not born within it´s walls.

She didn´t actually think she would find Triplepeak City, or that if it existed it would be anything close to utopia. She imagined, if she assumed it was real, that it was simply a well hidden and well protected city of possible wealth- and hidden because it knew the laws of war, not ignorant. Why else would people isolate themselves. It was surely a way to armour against attacks.

She was almost running now, her mind spinning possibilities into a clear song of determination. She had to see for herself where that wall led, what it was protecting, hiding. This was why she decided to come here, to this part of the world, in the first place.

She didn´t hear him coming until it was too late. Hooves thumped rapidly onto the ground and before she even managed to turn her head, she was swept up and roughly landed on a moving horse, facing it´s rider.

(Find part 2 here.)