The lord of the mountain

One group was scaling the mountain, a scene with many obstacles and uncertainties, the beauty of the place conflicted with the insecurity from which any error between the rocks could culminate in a fatality adrift on the cliff, climbing, with no greater reason than for Climb, so they risked, for no reason, but with strength and determination. There was no rational reason to risk it, but they risked it, there was no certainty of what they would find at the top, but the desire to arrive was greater than boredom, something that would distress their hearts if their wills were not harvested.

Long road, icy traverses, altitudes that would leave the body sensitive to any misfortune, glaciers that could succumb to any wind, causing their bodies to be lost in nothing, just as brave warriors insisted, fed on what they carried, and fed their dreams, Until you get to the place.

They found a small grotto, carved into the stems, wood-heated with furniture carved out of the ice, there was heat in there, and a small gentleman seated, still and without many features. The young adventurers are enchanted with what they find in which they ask you if you understand their language, the old man with gestures give young people food, some ornaments handmade and to finish responds in the same language, making them more impressed, 'no matter what Situation that they are, or the dream they want, the important thing is to do, it does not matter if they arrive or not, the important thing is to do, nobody has the answers, only we with our hearts know what makes us good. Curious people ask how you survived so high and isolated from civilization, you answer 'the same motive that led you to the top at the risk of succumbing, was the very motive that led you to find ways to survive in that place',

The faith, the perseverance, the disposition to face the dangerous animals, the cold, the height, to find means to warm and to feed in that place to survive.