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The was a ridge to the north crested with the black silhouettes of cedar trees, their branches raised like a file of ancient Samurai warriors determined to hold the line. I've always been a little afraid of cedar trees, they're so big and they give you the feeling they’ve been thinking about something for a billion years and now they have knowledge that you don’t, well perhaps they do.
So I headed west paralleling the ridge and hoping the trees would give out to bare slopes because I needed to go north, everybody needs to go north, only bad things lie to the south. I walked for hours but the blood red full moon was sliding out of sight which meant shortly the monster would be rising up behind me with its demon fiery face and the relentless hate of heat. What was once the life giver was now old and dying but in its death throes it was rage, rage, raging against the dying of light as some vastly ancient poet once described.
The air was already hot and my scales were folding out to improve cooling and I had to think about finding shelter before my double eyelids dried out, the cedar trees would throw shadows but I didn’t like that idea, I didn’t like it at all ... there’s always a price to pay.