WV short story part 3

By late morning the sun was making great strides in overpowering the cloud cover. Every so often, we could see the brilliant flicker from the Island of Prete
as the sun's rays danced across the phydre covered hills. We were nearly to the inner gratinac of it's beach and we couldn't help but to squeel with excitement.

We tied the conse to a large Istion branch, grabbed our gear and made our way up the Afeduplu Mountain. It was the tallest point on the island and we knew that once we were at the top we would have a clear view of the valley below. Afeduplu Mountain was breath taking, altho the phydre crystals made it difficult to climb. More than once we lost our footing and skinned our hands & knees. I was grateful that we had bandages and paingu.

We made it to the highest peak just before sundown & we were exhausted. Allekie and I nibbled on dried butfulat and drank sparingly from our jug of swerige. As we sat there quiet and still waiting to catch a glimpse of the elusive Wildpoi below, the long journey seemed to catch up with us and we both dozed off.