Emily's pov
I thanked the woman for her concern and made my way towards the Misty Mountain. Her warning clear in my head.
I would admit that her words did frighten me but I was still determined to at least try to find my real father.
Hopefully.....he was still alive. Because he may be the only one I have left.
Sadness weighed my shoulders down and I gripped the duffel bag tighter.
I had been holding the bag for hours and it was starting to become bothersome.
But I couldn't just drop it and walk away even though I was tempted to.
So with a slight huff, I began my journey up the mountain.
The journey was challenging, and the mountain trail was steep and and slippery from the misting rain.
The thick forest surrounding the path made it easy to understand why people might go mis
