Mount Ebott: A Short Story

You could scarcely remember a time when you had felt so alone. 
Fallen, at the bottom of a pit on the side of Mount Ebott, with the cruel lure of sunlight bearing down on you, both awful and wonderful in what it promised and what it taunted you with. How had you ended up at the bottom of that hole? As unsettling as the thought was, you almost felt… like you had been pushed. The feeling was only there for a moment before you were falling, and screaming. There was no time to think about why you had ended up at the bottom— you just did. You were here now, and that’s what mattered. For now, at least.

Wheezing, you attempted to hoist yourself up, only to be met with an overwhelming need for air, for something to fill your lungs. The fall had