Arms clutching my body I hunch my shoulders up to try and keep warm. The wind gets colder by the second, sand flies into my mouth frequently and there sounds like a thunder storm is on the way. I have my sight set onto the mountains. They look like a sign of hope. I stop for a second and look behind me. Mist edges nearer to me, and nothing can be seen ahead. That is not a good sign.
Wanting to get far away from the mist I walk quickly. Trying not to think of the white blanket of terror behind me I try to think of happy thoughts. But the only thoughts I can think of is the word Fortis tattooed on my arm. What does it mean? Is it code for something? Is it my name? Maybe the answers are in the mountains, and those answers I will find out tonight, before the sun sets.
I pick up the pace and see the mountains nearing. Another thought comes into my mind. Why did I wake up on a rock? Where did I come from? Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Is this whole situation a test? Again, these answers are probably in the mountains. Or are they in the mist?
I stop again, and turn around to look at the mist. No, it looks too uninviting and the thought of walking into it petrifies me. So again, I turn back and walk quickly. The mountains look more inviting. So the mountains it shall be. I'm ready for answers. I'm ready to find out what this Fortis is. I'm ready to find out who I am.