The morning air is crisp as I step outside, the early light just beginning to spill over the horizon. It's still quiet, the castle and its surroundings wrapped in a blanket of silence. But I could not stay still, not with so much weighing on my mind. I had been restless for days now, and I knew there was only one place I needed to be—Mount Sith, to see Louis Sith. My brother and I never saw eye to eye, but regret and remorse filled my mind over the years that we had been at odds.
I left Sith Castle and took the path to the mountain, which was familiar, each stone etched into my memory from countless trips years back. As I climbed, the chill of the mountain air bit at my skin, but I pushed forward, my breath coming in steady puffs. The higher I went, the more my thoughts were quiet, the noise of the world was falling away until it was just me and the mountain.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!