As my footing failed me and I slid down the sharp rocks, my hands whipped out grasping for anything to grab.
All of my blood, sweat and tears we're about to be wasted and I wasn't going to let that happen. Sliding past a tree stump I managed to grab hold and stop myself from certain death.
I had fallen off the side of the mountain I have been climbing for the past 3 days. Just barely being able to muster the strength to stand, I found a decentely flat surface to rest on.
My hands we're ripped and torn from the jagged rocks, my ankle was clearly sprained from the initial slip and an old wound from 2 days ago on my hip had reopened.
This wasn't a simple hike up the mountain like I was led to believe. In the village I had always dreamed of becoming a proud deciple of Master Demerus the great ninja.
For generations he and his trainees have protected our small village from great warriors, every time being outnumbered but never outsmarted. With each victory a red lantern was lit along the outskirts of our village, a warning to outsiders of certain defeat. Our lands shawn brightly at night.
To become his deciple meant honour, and pride. My dream was to light my own lantern, to prove to my family and friends their faith in me was not wasted. They have supported my goals for so long, always being understanding when I choose training over them. Even though I have had so much practice, there was only one problem.
In order to pass the test, to see whether you are worthy of his teachings, you must climb up mount quake where at the top Master Demerus lives.
Mount quake is the most trecherous, and highest mountain in the lands with as many as 2 landslides per day and no certain or safe path.
When I was younger I would argue with the other children as to why he would test everyone this way, but now I understand. I thought it was about strength, and agility, so for years I would train to hone my skills. Now I know that this was not the case.
It is not only speed, wits, and fighting skills you must have to become a ninja. You must be a survivor. I WILL survive, not achieving my life dreams is not an option for me.
I began to open up my pack (which thankfully had not torn) and take out multiple strips of cloth linen, and my knife. I cut 4 alders off of a near by tree and placed them around my sprained ankle.
Then I begin to wrap the linen tightly around to create a makeshift splint. Turning back was not possible, failure was not in my vocabulary. I must press on.
With the remaining cloth I wrap my hands, to avoid infection and begin to continue the climb. I was more than half way there, and I must hurry my master awaits.