The ever flowing silver stream slithered about atop the steep hill, the wind was tempestuous as dawn arrived beyond the rocky mountains. The road took him far and wide, guided by his youthful wandered mind, though his body was plod, yet the smile never wavered off his lips as he quietly hummed his tune, a beautiful melody woven by a sincere mind. "O' wondering wind, how tireless you've flown, through the edge of the world and back again to whence you came, O' how I never withered to think for it!" He laughed as the tune ended, with a golden light shone upon his face. The soft warm touch of the sun never ceased to amaze his spirit for it brought him anew once more.
The path led him to a narrow road, the treacherous rocks fell about before him, and some rolled down to a long drop. A path where a false step meant certain demise. Though doubt surfaced his mind, he remained valiant of his will. He began to tread carefully, and placed weight of his bag he kept at the other end of the road where it was not a cliff. His legs did not betray as he continued his walk, yet with a sudden glare! A strong wind swooped about, swiveling his balance and to lose footing meant consequence. The impending doom of his fate was suddenly bashed by another! A wind of the south strongly fought the concurrent northern wind and with the aid of the southern wind he quickly took the chance to set a grip at a bulge of the rocky hill, and with his might to finish his travel of the narrow road.
He sighed in relief as if a portion of his body suddenly vanished into thin air. Stranghelm was left stumped on his feet at what adventure that befell him, only for a loud thud surfaced as he fell on his knee, yet his action did not speak of grief, but an unspeakable joy as he laughed upon the woods, and as he sat on his knee, he faced backwards, giving the narrow road a last look before he left a warm smile upon it, "A great battle of the winds this I shan't forget! May you be proud for I've left you a praise." The man laughed again and stood up, finally facing the next road of tall trees, filled with endless shadow that clouded the grasses. The man tightened his travel pack that strapped on his spine, flicked the lantern that hanged about his pack, and soon after found his feet continued to stride where, the mind wondered.
