The Boy on the Mountain

The venom flowed through my veins like liquid fire, searing my nerves and setting my brain alight. Fever wracked my body, and my bones felt like ice.

I lay on the top of the sacred mountain for days, while the gods spoke to me.

I couldn’t sleep, despite my exhaustion. There were times when I wondered if I was still alive. I cursed the medicine man and his rattlesnakes for what they had done to my childhood innocence.

Eventually, I managed to crawl down the mountain and back to the village.

Raised from the dead, I have become a man.

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