Author P.O.V.
Seven days Earlier....................................
King Kirian climbed his way to the top of the mountain. The wind was howling, violently tugging at his clothes, the snow was ankle-deep, pulling him down. Not to be deterred, he pushed forward.
King Kirian had to make it to the great Seer of his people. The King needed answers to quiet the raging beast within him. He was starting to lose the battle and feared he might go mad.
The Beast was filled with an intense rage constantly in his head. Tugging the hood closer to his head, King Kirian reached the mouth of the cave.
Entering into the darkness, he slowed his steps and moved to the battered wooden door nestled against the stone of the mountain that was every geologist's dream. Before he could raise his hand to knock
