Artist: Devil Driver
Song: The Mountain
Fiction By: The One_(part2)

The fog rolled in silently, devouring all in its path. Not ten minutes ago, the sky was a rich blue, full of life. Now it was as cold and grey as death. Pirogoeth gave a slight shiver as she walked behind Largo, a task growing more difficult with each passing minute. Suddenly Largo stopped walking, causing Pirogoeth to run into him.

"We can't go any further," Said Largo, a mere silhouette in the thick fog. "Stay here, wench. I shan't be long."

"I have a name!" She said finally. "It is Pirogoeth, and you will do well to address me by it."

Her hands began to glow with her anger. She conjured the words of her favorite spell to her mind. Rending, flaying, shredding, and burning. All wrapped into one spell. However, before she could act, largo was already upon her. He tackled her to the ground, covering her mouth.

Storm coming in me, bad weather just makes me breathe
Watch as the sky turns grey, life ebbs and flows away
Wait, before I go, I'll make them all eat crow
Play the hand life deals, everything my way, now kneel
I'm a tree, roots firm in dirt, I've had my share of hurt
Move fast 'cause the time is short, 'cause the time is short


"What are you doing?" She asked, prying his hand from her mouth.

"I sense a great evil," He said, his voice grim. "Stay down, and stay quiet."

Don't ask me to lose 'cause I'm born now to win
And I'm building this mountain from outside within
All you outsiders, you haters and liars
Your time is just counting so come meet the mountain


The woman walked through the fog, a silent hunter tracking her prey. As she walked, the fog rolled away from her, granting her better visibility. Above, the sky shook with the mighty roar of thunder. She grinned to herself. Nothing would stop her from carrying out her commands, not fog 'nor rain. Slowly she began humming a slow tune.

Storm, strength coming on strong, rain wash away life's wrongs
Willing straight from the start, strike fear into their heart
Sometimes you wish you'd never been born but then here comes the storm
And just as the sky turns black, the voices say attack
Move fast 'cause the time is short, 'cause the time is short
Move fast 'cause the time is short, 'cause the time is short


Largo his behind a tall oak tree. Someone was approaching through the fog, and he wanted a better look. As the figure neared, the fog began to clear. Largo nearly gasped despite himself. The mysterious figure was a woman. More beautiful than any he had ever set eyes upon, she walked through the fog with in-human grace, stepping easily over the uneven ground and avoiding every root. The tune she sang reached out to him, tempting him closer. Mentally he tried to resist, but found himself already walking to her.

Don't ask me to lose 'cause I'm born now to win
And I'm building this mountain from outside within


The first drop of rain fell the earth, landing on the back of Pirogoeth's neck. Pirogoeth looked up from where she lay in time to see Largo walking absently to the stranger. The woman held a sword firmly in Largo's path. If Largo continued to walk, he would impale himself on the blade. Pirogoeth wondered for a second why he had not yet drawn his over large sword, and then the lightning flashed, briefly illuminating his face.

His eyes were glazed, and his mouth was twisted into a vague grin. The woman had somehow charmed him with her singing. Without thinking, Pirogoeth called out to Largo.

All you outsiders, you haters and liars
Your time is just counting so come meet the mountain


"Largo, stop!" Pirogoeth shouted over the rolling thunder.

Largo stopped walking, the spell broken by Pirogoeth's voice. For a second he wondered what he was doing. Then he saw the woman standing before him. Her sword was pointed at him, but her eyes were on Pirogoeth. In a flash, his own sword was in his hand. The sudden movement brought the woman's attention back to Largo.

He did not wait for her to compose herself. Instead, he raised his sword high bringing it crashing down hard across her throat. The force of the blow nearly knocked her head off as she crumbled to the ground. Largo wiped his blade as he turned back to Pirogoeth.

Come meet the mountain

"Hmm, how interesting." Said the shadowed man as he pulled his cloak once more around his body. "It would seem that these two are not willing to play by my rules." He placed a small bag of silver on the bar. "A couple of travelers will be coming this way soon." The man said, "Don't bother waiting for me."

He walked out the door, his long silvery hair blowing in the slight breeze. In the blink of an eye, the man was gone.

Falling, life
Life ebbs and flows away
Don't ask me to lose 'cause I'm born now to win
And I'm building this mountain from outside within
All you haters and liars just come meet the mountain

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