The bright yellow orange sun was set high in the sky. The light reflection bounce of his golden feathers, making him glow in the early morning. The treasure rooksen walked a long the worn jagged path, with it's years of use. A hundred yards to his right was a river of magma, Chanlyeya stopped to watch as magma flow down the mountain. The rooksen continued up the steep incline of the path. Up head Chan could see a large fountain of lava coming out of the ground, making a river of magma. The rooksen could feel the sweat coming out of this pores, making his feathers somewhat heavy. Even the special oil that help keep the water from sticking to his feathers didn't help. I'm going to die before I make it up to mountain's peak. Chan knew it wasn't true, when he felt discourage, his thoughts always had a negative side. He couldn't see anyone around these parts, Chan wasn't surprised. Who would want to come out here? Flapping his golden feathered wings to get off the excess water. The heat had become to much for him to handle, luckily Chan brought lots of water with him. The rooksen knew what to expect when he got to the volcano. Taking off the ragged backpack, he set it on the dusty, ash filled floor. Chan pulled out a large water bottle. Taking a sip from the fresh water bottle, the roosken looked up the path. I have to continue, I made it to far to go back. Putting his backpack back on, he continued.
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