The Last Mountain Guardian

I came from the mountains. Raised by the kindness of many, lulled to sleep by the wind. To others, it was just a mountain. But in my ears—it breathes, it rages, it grieves. At fourteen, the mountain began to grow. People from the city arrived, with instruments, orders, and greed. They wanted to study the mountain. And to possess it. But they didn't know—the mountain chooses its people. And I am the last it chose. The Mountain Guardian.