Climbing up a mountain top, it was tremendous in height. The height was so tremendous, mystical beings, made out of silver light. Swirled in the sky among white clouds. The silver light was that of an illuminated marshmallow. The light was so illuminated that the clouds took shape of mystical beings.

Being deep into my compass, I was certain that success was close. These flashes of light distracted me from going up the mountain top. The mountain top I have been climbing for five days. In order to reach the Scarab that was held by a warrior name- Akin. Akin was that of a ruler. His calculations we’re on point, legend says, quantum theory was his go to source for building resource in his country.

had to climb the top of this mountain to reach the Akin’s Scarab. The Scarab was awarded to him from Sky god, Ya’lim. Ya’lim granted him this Scarab from Ancient egypt because it was crafted by the most skilled. This rare artifact came after he conquered mesopotamian societies. Akin had slain magicians that held great wars against empires he built. Raising armies from which the great seas had murdered warriors on their treacherous travels.

Akin was able to maintain his dynasty for over six-thousand years. He was buried after his hundredth year as ruler. He made many beautiful families and had received many fine artifacts, weapons and jewelry you can find. Me knowing his story, I had to retrieve the artifact that graced a person of this caliber.

This mountain has never been explored. As it was off limits, beware of your own caution. Me, I wanted to be like Akin, brave and fearless. I kept on going to the mountain, seeing the most deformed of insects cross my way as it begins to get more mossy. A goat that had Antlers of a reindeer, stared deep as I made my way to the top. The scarab was ingrained on a tree. At this moment I knew the journey I made was worth it.